A trip to Maidenhead to begin with. S is one of my favourites, one of the first I feel I have converted from a no hoper into a half decent driver. Today I reflect on this as she hurtles confidently along the dual carriageways at 70mph.
Next up is L, daughter of a friend of P. She's a happy go lucky girl who has been learning with the AA (she won £500 of free lessons from them) but feels she is just repeating the same old things. An interesting girl. She's at Misbourne school but did work experience at Sky TV and now works there at weekends and in school hols. To my mind she has not been well taught. doesn't look in her mirrors and seems quite surprised when I mention it might be a good idea.
We part on very good terms, but I get the impression she wasn't hearing what she wanted to here and that i won't be hearing from her again, which would be a shame.
Afterwards J, and a mock test, ridiculously premature, but is necessary to show her how far away from test standard she is. She is!
J mark 2 at 6 pm. She thinks she is Louis Hamilton, and seems far more interested in planning a three day bank holiday piss up than actually concentrating on her driving, which is not good. I suspect a racing driver dad is to blame for this. She has been brought up tearing around wherever she goes, and thinks this is the natural way to drive, despite having none of the skills to deal with it.
In the evening I am up to Prestwood with Malcolm with his bloody car for the second night running. Tonight I am spared his rebuke for my wold views. Last night I was not so lucky.
Treat myself to a Thai takeaway in the evening. Delicious.
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