Apr 10 (Thurs)

Pass plus today with Morgan. Incredibly it's almost two months since he became my start pupil of all time with just 2 minor faults. It's nice to see him again and we trek out on the A40 towards London. He is ok on the road, but has forgotten all about his mirrors and nearly pays the price for it when someone cuts in from lane three as he is moving into lane two. I take him round Hyde Park corner, but he is a nervous wreck. The more stressed he gets the more he gets tunnel vision and he ends up with a manic look staring rigidly ahead.

We stop, and head onto the motorway which he deals with ok, and then some nice bendy twisty roads out to Tunbridge Wells. We stop for lunch at the Beau Nash, which is where Bruce, the guy that taught me to drive over 30 years back, and I would drink when in his home town.

Back to Amersham round the M25. I am not sure how much good came from the lesson. Morgan was always prone to strange fits of terror, and he had far more than he should have today.

In the evening we head down to the bloody Falcon. God knows what inspired me to suggest it, or anyone to respond positively. We sit down at a filthy table, the only one available, next to a shrieking woman who I feel sure would fit into the Matthes family of Dewsbury quite happily. We hardly get the chance to talk. The food is at best mediocre, the beer likewise (they are holding real ale week and the reliable standbys are not available). The best of it was seeing Emsy go walkabout in the pub and encountering the astonished manager who clearly hadn't anticipated findind an 11 year old wandering about at

close on 10:30.

Blackadder fills the gap between this and a return to the land of Nod. Best line. "Baldrick, if we don't meet again for 20 billion years it'll be too soon."