An early Saturday start. I have the car cleaned and delivered to L by 10:15, which has me feeling all virtuous. she is full of beans and confidence, goes out and is back quickly, and it transpires that she manage to reverse all over the pavement. A shame for her,and really for me as I don't want to be travelling back and forth to Watford for lessons. She texts back straight away and has booked a new test. Just wants me for the test. Hope she can sort out the reverse!
Next up is A who has not been well and does not look it either. She's really come on in recent weeks, but her concentration is awol today. Not being well, she is less bubbly today, and all in all feel a bit down at the end of the day's events.
Back home the rugby is on and the two dullest teams, England and Ireland are slugging it out. England win convincingly in the end, then Wales do the same to France to win the grand slam, and reignite a nation's capacity to bore the world to death with tales of their rugger derring do as if anyone else really gave a toss.
Emsy has the bright idea to watch Holy Grail, and four of us (Sophes is out at a gig, my how's she's grown!) We all have a good laugh.Later when all have crept to bed I watch "Kill Bill". Stylised violence, or mindless dross? The latter I feel. It concerns some blonde bint with a sword on a round the world trail of mass slaughter with a sword. Coming after the Grail it's hard not to compare the removal of limbs, and frankly it's as silly in both films.
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