Final day of training for L, who should be ready for tomorrow without a problem. It has been quite entertaining. She possesses a degree of wit and a good degree of intelligence, which is pleasing to say theleast.
I leave my phone at home today, and co-incidentally Sophie has left her phone in my car, so I am interrupted every five minutes by her irritating text message chimes. Neither I nor L can silence the racket.
Drive back to Wycombe and wait for A who fails to appear. I go inside the building to find him. Apparently he tried to text me to cancel the lesson. Well frankly, no. Not again. If work want him to attend a meeting when he has booked a lesson, then let work pay for it. He's a nice lad though, and pays me for ten hours up front.
Then over to Chalfont (why did I agree to do this?) to pick up T. Again he can drive but every time he makes a potentially serious error, this time near the end at a mini roundabout.
I am tired when I return to the shithole and manage to make an enemy of everyone in the place, growling and roaring about the state of it. H has spent all day on the phone trying to sort something about Emsy's schooling, and got absolutely bloody nowhere. This is becoming a serious worry.
Decide to continue my dalliance with Bombay Dreams. The Bombay duck are delicious and the vindaloo isn't bad, stinging hot but a little light on chicken, which in turn is dry and stringy. Still, the CC are often guilty of the same. Maybe I'll make this my Friday option.
Tiaan
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