Jan 7th

At last the world gets back to normal! i can't remember ever being so keen to get back to work after Christmas....that's not me at all. Drove over to Ch to pick up M. He was waiting for me at the top of his driveway (I was 20 minutes late, so immediatley felt guilty)

Drove him to Aham pointing out a few things I felt needed working on, then let him take over. he did ok, he should be fit for his test before too long. He had already had 50 hours of lessons. seems to me someone has been milking him. not good though I may be proved wrong.

Stopped for a coffee after a couple of hours, and as we were leaving again he stalled the car in the forecourt of a garage, and another car reversed straight into us. Ugggh.

The guy started with "Why you stop?" but it was an open and shut case. He was a Czech, and though his English was limited he seemed a nice enough guy. It was pissing with rain so I sat him in my car, forgetting all about poor M!

He had all the necessary doc, at least licence and green card so hopefully should not be a problem. Took the car in to garage and he said best to get a tin of spray paint and do a DIY job, or take it to them and it'd cost £60. A bugger! Too insignificant for an insurance claim. I'll see if I can get him to pay up for the garage to fix it rather than claim on his insurance.

M went a little bi to pieces after the incident, so got him to drive out to the countryside for 10 mins which seemed to do the trick. Hope he isn't flaky under pressure, he had seemed pretty capable, but he drove home well, so hopefully all will go to plan.

Got home and tried to get some of the fucking artex off the ceiling. Not shifting but coating myself in a fine layer of white. It may contain asbestos if it's old enough, no idea how to find out. I suppose if I snuff it from asbestosis it'll confirm it.

Lesson this evening with M2. As usual he is skint and begs for credit. When he takes test on Weds he'll owe me best part of £220. I must get tougher!

Dropped H and E off to the flics (St Trinians) and S to her mate Jo's. Maybe I should apply for a taxi licence, though I couldn't possibly drive like that mob!

Things hotting up at the drats!!!! The crowd booed Ted "The Count" Hankey and he threw away his third dart!! Hours of shocked and outraged discussion follows. Poor old Beeb. The sporting highlight of the couch potato season (at least till the znooker reappears).
Bed