Spring is just around the corner, and as if to remind us the rain hurtles down upon us for at least three hours. Relentless, unremitting rain cascades from a sombre reay sky as little T has his last effort prior to his test. As he's decided to switch his test venue to Aylesbury, we tour around the tricky spots there before heading over to Amersham to try his manoeuvres. Nice lad, hope he does well.
A long interlude follows, spent in web passed titillation, frequently interrupted by phone calls from Sophie requiring transport here there and everywhere. I snap at her, unfairly. The poor love. She is neck deep in her studies, is gallantly working away at her Pumpkin Patch duties, and at the same time has a hideous cold which is bringing her down badly.
I drop Sophie into town anf then off to pick up J. She is a bright and bubbly, very pretty chocolate skinned girl, who struggles to control the car. she's had lessons before and says she was better then and gets a bit dispirited. The weather starts to close in on us and the light fails quickly so I suggest abandoning and doing the second hour on Sunday.
Back home to the Friday night ritual. H offers to get takeaway from the Elaichi, but I am in the mood for my duck so I hang on and go down to town. Wetherspoons has a beer festival at the moment so my favourite beers are not available,thus reducing the reasons for going there form 1 to zero. I go to the Goblin instead and the price of a pint there reminds me of another reason for using the Falcon.
Curry home and bed. Not a lot to tell really.
sarko has headed home. He may as well have stayed there. All the press cars about is his missus. He gets a brief mention but only by virtue of the fact that he's about a foot shorter thsan she is.
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