It’s bank holiday Monday. Easter! SPRINGTIME! The weather outside alternates from rain to sleet to hail to snow, whilst indoors holiday lethargy descends upon us. No one does anything. I stare blankly at the weekend’s 140th Columbo, Emma complains, Dan does battle in the make believe World of Warcraft. Cats pop in an out and the bunny goes about it’s mission to piss and shit on every square inch of the house. One can excuse the little bundle of fluff for mistaking the yard for a bloody toilet mind. Nothing is happening to improve it. The rubbish mounts higher and higher and as it does all ambition for the place disssipates.
In the afternoon I am out on my first pass plus, with S from maidenhead. She learned with me, failed her test, then moved to London,had one more lesson and passed. Sweetly she wanted to do her pass plus with me.
I take her up to London, through the town, over to Tunbridge Wells and back around the M25. En passant she lets slip quite cooly that she is living with (and I mean living with) a girl called Sarah. It’s funny I had had some suspicions in that direction. She is a good laugh, but now she has her licence she is not going to fall into the safety at all costs driving method. Still, £150 is a hundred and fifty quid.
Got home about half nine and visited the Curry Centre. M is in charge and he has bad news about A. The lens transplants he had last year are showing signs of rejection and threatening the success of the operation to save his sight. The poor lad. I hope it works out, it must be horribly frightening for him.
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