It's getting harder by the ay to get up. Having two pupils on intensive courses is exhausting!. Onc again over to Croxley Green this am. Thank God it is half term week and the traffic is not what it can be. H has apparently just apeared from his pit and is grumpy almost to the point of surliness, though he does recover as the morning continues. He is pretty good, though probably not as good as he thinks he is, and is prone to ignore good advice. I hope this doesn't come back to bite him on his test.
After H, it's back to Missended to pick up T. He is actually a really nice lad, so polite, and terribly shy, but he tries really hard, and takes everything terribly seriously, perhaps too much so. When I get home I am down to my latest project, viz transfering the video tapes onto DVD. The early hours are all about days pre Sophie, when life seemed fullof all sorts of opportunities, almost all of them now missed. I can't decide whether it's an uplifting warm glow of nostalgia, or a feeling of melancholy at all those squandered chances. Do we really only get one go at thise? One bloody chance to get it right?
Someone who seems to have got it more wrong than most is Steve Wright, who was today found guilty of the murder of five young girls in Ipswich. Their pretty, happy, smiling faces give lie to the awful tragedy that was the end of their lives, whoring themselves for £20 a time on the streets of Ipswich, at the mercy of whatever turned this lunatic into what he now has become.
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