Get Dan out early for school, and then a single broken down car causes havoc and a fifteen minute delay which scuppers the plan again. I feel so sorry for him late again. He deserves so much better.
Pick up cheery J from Walter's Ash and pass a good couple of hours with him. He is progressing nicely, but has a tendency to analyse and worry about everything.
Then it's S for his test, but when he kerbed the car on Saturday he cut the tyre wall. It's only small but I don't want to risk it being refused on test so I go round to the DT centre for advice. N says she'd take it out but she couldn't speak for the others, so I decide to change the wheel.
I take S back home and H makes him tea while I sort it, then I take him round for his test. He is pretty relaxed about it. He gets F, and shows him his licence. The AA instructor says to me that he had endorsements all over his licence. I am a bit puzzled as he told me he had never driven.
He stalls on his way out of the car park, and then agaion on his return. I fear the worst.
Sure enough he fails, but it was no disaster.
I question him about his licence. He fesses that he drove a car for a friend when he was 17 and crashed it!!!
Later he volunteers that his friend then reversed the car and crashed it into a third car. Then they did the oh so tried and tested never let you down ring the old Bill and report the car stolen trick. And of course ended up with perverting the course of justice to add to drunk driving. Ah! what it's like to be 17. I warm to him for confessing this. Je is no hoodlum, and I reckon if we hadn't lost the time we did he would have passed his test.
Over to Maidenhead and SP. I don't know the area and the routes I choose are not the best, too cramped and narrow. I take her somewhere more spacious and busier and she does much better.
I am starting to feel rough. I have caught a cough from S and am not the best. Return home and S and Emsy both have friends back. Emsy's frieends get moody, and go home. Poor E she so loves having friends home it was a great dissapointment.
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