Jun 5th (Thurs)

A new pupil this morning, L. She is bright and breezy and talks very loud indeed.This is partially explained when I learn that she is about to become a primary school teacher. She is not the most accomplished driver, but should be able to get through by the end of summer.
Stop for grapes on the way home and pick up some Tuna steaks. Then it's off for a couple of hours with A. She is such a good driver, but as her test gets closer she is already getting nervy. There is nothing to be done with her driving, it's just a case of making sure she doesn't go to pieces.
And then to Aylesbury, and what could conceivably be S's last lesson after over 13 months of trying. He has been doing ok recently, but is so far from being an accomplished driver it defies belief after so much time. I do really feel sorry for him. He tries really hard, and I honestly don't think he has any idea how far short of the mark his driving is. Even now he is capable of doing some astonishing things. Today he races up to a main road from a narrow country lane, gives the merest of glances to his right before launching himself. Needless to say, he has neglected to even wonder about what gear he is in (third) and when he realises his mistake he has no idea how to rescue the situation. So we lurch to a halt in the middle of the major road, as traffic bears down on us from both sides. It takes the customary half an hour to get the car mobile again, and I seriously cringe at the thought of him doing this on a trip to his parents up the A1.
If he passes I am really going to have to convince him that he will have to surrender himself to hos gf's supervision for a good long while after passing. Poor lad, he is very likeable and a clever bloke in many ways. But driving, which he is very keen to do, just ain't ever going to be his thing.
I am wrecked after the day. H kindly cooks the steaks, which I have fancied trying for a good few months now. They are bland as bland. Wish I'd just bought a thick juicy steak and sprinkled it with cajun sauces.
I get horizontal and try to watch QT I'm out cold in no time. I awake to a prog I had missed earlier in the year about a Belfast guy who was a conduit for info between MI6 and the IRA during the troubles. Fascinating, but I only get to 1870 something before I am waking up and it is 6 am. No idea who turned off the telly.