Another Monday,a new week, and I have to say it is nice not to face it with dread or depression.I hope that lasts.
Pick up Jolly J in the pelting rain. A storm is heading our way by all accounts, and we should brace for it. J is driving fine and at the end of the lesson I suggest he books up a test. He seems genuinely pleased with this vote of confidence,but I am sure it is not misplaced.
Next up is A. We head up to Flackwell and I demonstrate the emergency stop. Then I hear a noise from the tyre. It sounds as though there is a stone or a nail in it. I get out and look but can see nothing. I get back in and two minutes later the exhaust, which hs been rattly and horrible for weeks, roars like a racing motor bike. Lesson abandoned, and I ring T who is next up, as there is no way I will get to him.
I take the car to the Citroen garage, and after a bit of umming and erring thay agree to do it under warranty. In fact it is the service manager who makes the decision, and he was the one I was worried about. They'll order the part and have it ready for tomorrow first thing.
We didn't get hit by much of a storm, but at home on the news the west country has taken a bit of a battering, with a promise of more to come,
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