The weather is wonderful again. Ice to be scraped from the cars, but the sun is promised from dusk to dawn. It's a drive over to Thame to collect T, his penultimate lesson before his test, which he should pass without a problem. I shall miss him actually, he has been a very easy guy to teach. He is quiet and uses words sparingly, but seldom wastes them. He is a very good driver, but strangely today commits three faux pas which would fail him his test. I am sure these will prove to be anomalies, but it goes to show that there is no such thing as a cert.
After T, it's S in Aylesbury. I drive him along the dual carriageway to Hemel. He's generally ok with this, but the car weaves continually towards the middle of the road, and nothing I do or say can prevent it. Apart from this he drives reasonably well, but never suggests anything more than a basic competence. I have to confess to being at a bit of a loss with S.
Straight from Aylesbury to Wycombe, and S. We go to Chinnor to practice crossroads and he does really well. We return to Wycombe and I let him drive through the town centre in the rush hour traffic. At one point we see people pouring water over an old fashioned mini. Then I notice smoke coming through a hole in the bonnet and ten seconds later a fire engine pulls up!
Home to Dan as usual hunched over some imaginary battle in some imaginary world.
H is out with Sophie with regard to a World Challenge to Nepal. S has to raise £3500 to go on a working holiday to the Himalayan foothills. Me and Emsy watch two episodes of Thunderbirds. The Thomson Tower fire/ collapse....was Anderson being prescient?
Kip isn't seen until late in the evening, having been missing this morning. this after returning last night looking as if he'd been 15 rounds with Mike Tyson. Anyway, he duly appears, blissfully unaware of the state of his face, and is in and out again for the rest of the evening.
I watch a weak episode of Python, and an item on the news about a French guy who is building cars which run on compressed air.
Surely if they become too popular we'd compress all the air form the atmosphere, stick it all into bottles and have sod all left to breathe?
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