March 7th

I'll try this for the second time, the hated blogmachine having destroyed my original effort. Up early to take the kids to school. and still much xercised by the thughts of Emsy's future education. Originally I wasn't scheduled to be up this morning, last night being Ped night, which I had looked forward to for a while, but just couldn't be arsed when the evening came along.
So over to Oxford for the ritual slaughter of E. She arrived feeling positive and confident, which I confess was a fuck sight more than I was. We drove gently around for a whil, tried her emergency stop, and then headed to the place of education. I had already bottled out from my plan of sitting in on this one, due mainly to posssible embarrassment.
I sat down in the waiting room and chatted to a couple of the local instructors whilst she was out, and was surprised to see E as the first car back. I sauntered over and she opened the door, exclaiming that "things had gone a bit pear shaped" Quelle surprise!
Among other things she had managed to attempt both reversing manoeuvres with the handbrake fully engaged. That for me was the highlight, but the overall result of the attempt was a stunning 13 minors and SEVEN serious.
I had no wish to continue teaching E, not from any reason of personal conflict, but simply because it would just make no sense to travel all th eway to Oxford for single lessons. So I caalled L, the Oxford insstructor and related the problems to her. She aree to call E and see what could be arranged. I hope she does not give up. She was a vey nice lady, and FFS she is knocking on the door of 50, has had no 1110 hours of lessons, and is way short of test standard, as the examiner wasted no time in pointing out to me.
In the evening out for a few beers wit B & N. Swapped stories, most of which I had heard (or told) before, but it was fun, and followed with the obligatory beer and ruby. When I got home found a text from T cancelling tomorrow's lesson. I also know A to be sick (Pascale says she and A were both struck down) so may have a lie in in the morning. Still, that's the best part of £100 gone west. Watch the cricket. England struggling out in New Zealand. It's not the same as an Ashes series though, there's none of the intensity, none of the huge stadium atmosphere.