Feb 9th

Saturday, but there is work to do. S has booked an intensive course culminating in a test on Friday. Half way through today's lesson he drops the bombshell that he can't do Monday, thus cutting a fifth of the available hours from his course. His girlfriend had told me he could drive. On closer questioning, this experience involved driving his dad's car once round a field, eight years ago! Splendid. Bye bye my pass rate for 2008! He's not actually too bad, but I need to push him and he is a bit scary at times,
Spend the afternoon lazing around watching the rugby. France are marvellously French, being outplayed by Ireland, but breaking away three times to score fabulous tries, and then in the second half letting the Irish get to within 3 points of them, having led by 20. Exciting stuff.
The Wanderers, having beaten Mansfield away 4-0 a couple of weeks back, conspire to lose to them at home. ANOTHER 90th minute goal!
There are thoughts of venturing out into town to one of it's dingy hostelries, but as H settles onto the sofa there is shortly the rasping noise so familiar to us alll which tells us that further movement will be at a premium. Anyway I have another lesson with S tomorrow, and I think I may be getting too old for all this going out mlarky.