Got a text from Richard the other day going on about Nick Cleggover. I didn't know what he was talking about , but on viewing QT tonight, I discover that at some stage he has boasted of having laid around 30 women at uni. Again I am annoyed to be so out of touch.
Straight off to Thame this morning (arrive late quelle surprise) and it's T, who wants lesson before his test next week. He's just back from San Francisco, which I knew about, and Hawaii, which I didn't, and seems to have had a great time. His driving too is less than it can be, but it improves as the lesson continues. nice to chat to him again, he is a good lad. Hope he does ok next Tuesday.
Another big break and another bloody bunny breakout. We have a Houdini in our midst. after yesterday I decide he'll come back in his own time, and worry no more.
Interperving away, I wait till Dan gets home and delegate charge of the tracking down to him.
We go to pick up Emsy from footy. apparently we just miss her scoring a goal. Should girls play footy? Problem is they can't, a situation which endures into adulthood at whatever level. Bless her, she enjoys it, so maybe that answers the question.
A re run of yesterday's trip to Chinnor, this time with Janaide. she's ok, but does some strange things, and much in th estyle of A, is prone to collapsing in laughter when she really fucks up.
I buy some halibut and try to copy a recipe from the Beeb website. it'sa qualified success at best. Get to see the news. The bastard is hangnig on in Zimb, refusing to accept what seems to be the clear cut decision of his people, that is to say that he should get on the first plane to the Hague and find himself a cell in which to sit out his days.
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