Friday, June 6, 2008

Jun 6th (Fri)

an easy day. T is not on the best of form. I arrive early and he is still wandering around in a towel. His dog gets horny and tried to shag me. First sexual conquest in many a day. Eventually we get going. He's slipping back into bad ways. He doesn't really believe it's a good idea to drive carefully, and I am not convinced I am ever going to convince him.
I pick up Sophie from work.She has more abscesses on in her cheek and doesn't look well at all. I am worried for her. We loll around and watch the cricket for an hour or so, then we get back to her driving lessons. She does well. I am trying to teach her to move the car around slowly, something I have never really tried with a paying pupil as I have always reckoned it'd take too long. Let's see how this works.
After the lesson we head off to Risborough. amongst all the other things she does, she is coaching a young girls cricket team, and they have a tournament in Cublington to play in. She is really nervous for them. It dawns on me how dedicated she is and how she throws herself into so much in such a whole hearted fashion.
We drive out through Aylesbury, thoughts of S's date with destiny there flashing through my mind, and head out towards the village. The chilterns are getting more beautiful day by day. the foliage is weighing down the branches now, and they almost groan under the weight of the lush growth. Little white flowers are sprinkled all over the greenery. I must find out what they are called.
The village itself is magical. Nestled in a fold in the hills, the magical countryside rolls away to a smoky grey horizon gently silhouetted against a now soft grey sky.
The ground itself is surrounded by lush trees and neat green hedgerows. The turf is soft and spongy, and the wicket hard as concrete.
The little girls, all about Emsy's age, set to their game.I am surprised by the quality of their play, and they a true enthusiasts. Sophie's team play three games, and I do the scoring. I realise what a great time I am having, and wonder why I have spent so many summer's evenings slouched in front of the cathode ray tube, when I could have been filling my lungs with the country air in such idyllic surroundings.
The team loses all three games, but as they say, it's not the winning.......
Emsy arrives back from her trip and it's lovely to see her again. H leaves her lights on in the car park so we have to beg a push from various coaches and umpires to get going. On the way home we give a lift to a guy who has run out of petrol.
The light is going down as we head away from Aston Clinton. There's no sunset to see, it's now cold grey and spitting cold rain, but the huge expansive view over the Vale of Aylesbury takes Sophie aback. Wonderful.
Emsy has bought presents. I get fudge. It tastes Soapy, though I suspect this will not be a problem for me as Ems has her eyes on scoffing most of it. Lovely to have her home

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