And only 9 months till Christmas day!!
Although I had never been away today felt like "back to work". Jolly J was first up, as jolly as ever, and really he could take his test tomorrow. A trek over to Aylesbury for another painful lesson with S. He tries so hard, is so positive, yet nothing happens remotely naturally for him. There are kids more proficient than him after two or three lessons. Despite his lack of elan though, he can obey most of the rules most of the time, and on that basis may have some hope of passsing the test. Maybe just hours and hours of driving will do it for him thereafter.
Back to Wycombe, and pick up Sophie from school. She is not terribly well, yet won’t hear of skipping work in the evening.
Spend the evening gawping at the box, not a lot going on. Quite a funny Clinton incident. At a recent rally Hill recounted arriving in Bosnia, getting off the plane, dodging sniper fire and leaping into a bunker for safety. The CBS journo who was with her though remembered it slightly differently, and found the film to prove it. A neat and orderly welcoming party. Whoops! Hill confesses she "mis spoke????"
Nothing really much on the box. Needless to say the Lt gets a look in, if only to annoy Dan with the song from the Johnny Cash episode which is drving him demented.
Last day of the test series in NZ. England should wrap it up whilst I sleep. A pretty mediocre affair if truth be told. The team will be soon back on the plane , and it won’t be long before the lawn mowers are chuntering across the damp outfields of the English county grounds. Meanwhile it is hidiously cold and sun drenched summer cricketing days seem a long way off.
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