T was supposed to be immediately after S, but for the second time he rings up with a couple of hour's notice to cancel. I am getting pissed off. It shows a total disrespect, and you start to question what value they put on you if they think you can be pissed around in this way. Non confrontational soul that I am, I shall have words with T next time.
New pupil in the evening. A disaster. Takes me an hour an half to get to Harefield. Supposedly she is on the brink of her test and just needs to brush up. In fact she is a disaster! A pretty disaster mind, that is some compensation.
Another row with Sophie today. She came in from school and I had the cricket on the box. She just turned it over. I pulled her up. She told me that she was doing revision tonight and that she needed to watch TV for half an hour to relax, the implication being that I could take it or leave it.
Shouting ensued, and further bad feeling. I hope this isn't going to become a habit. Sophie is fantastic, she does work really hard, and is a great role mode for her younger siblings. I do sometimes feel though that she feels the whole world revolves around her, her needs and her wishes and that we exist to execute her wishes at the drop of a hat. All the same don't want to fall out with her.
Decide to rie into town to get something to eat. Get to a set of traffic lights. They are red. Ahead of me an old banger. He's stopped way passed the line to facilitate a chat with his mate who is working in the chips shop. His mate is S, who I know well from the time I delivered those vile lumps of chicken to him. A nice bloke.
The lights turn to green. He doesn't immediately set off, but finishes his chat. So fucking rude. The times I have sat behind in my car at these guys' convenience. so I start to overtake him and he pulls away. I get deilberately close. He stops. I get very high and mighty and tell him he can't drive. He responds. The situation deteriorates. I call him a twat. He leaps from his car. He's bigger than me and I don't do violence anyway. I am on bike and he'son foot. He swears at me and Imutter something that's certainly get me on the Fatwa list. He drives off and I seethe.
Over a pint I think about what I have done. A silly bit of self righteousness leading to a potentially explosive situaton. Where could it have endd up? In court? In hospital? Me without a job? It rankles and worries me how easily I was drawn into it, and equally how I coul have dealt with it so much more adeptly. Two rows in a day. Something's wrong.
On the way home a car roars up behind me as I struggle up the hill. He blasts his horn. I think it's the same guy. In a way I hope so, taking this to mean that his honour is satisfied with blast of the hooter rather than a knife in the stomach. All very silly.
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