I take S to a car park and we drive round and round in circles for two hours, with me controlling the foot pedals. Progress is painfully slow, and she seems incapable of mastering two basic skills simultaneously. Eventually we drive over to Risborough and try to get her to turn corners on the road. She can just manoeuvre around a corner, but cannot keep the car on the correct side of the road. Each time we have to stop at a junction she cannot keep the car from rolling back to get started again. Then suddenly it's tears. It's not my fault she assures me. I take pity on her and drive back to Aylesbury. she's spent £750 on me without a murmur and had hoped to pass her test.I now only have decide the best moment to tell her she won't be taking one. Right now she couldn't get out of the test centre car park.
I drive back from Aylesbury to Terriers, pick up A and drive him to his test. In Aylesbury. He drives beautifully over there and I am sure he should be ok. He's just a bit worried about his reversing. Ominously the test starts with a bay park. I watch as he just creeps onto the line. I follow him out to get a coffee at the garage. Ouch. His back wheels are in a box junction just outside of the centre. A nervous wait then. He returns and it's bad news. Wasn't watching as he did his bay park, and nearly pulled out in front of someone at a roundabout. He takes it well. Let's get back to Wycombe and do a test where we know the ground.
Afterwards, having taken him back to Wycombe, I return to Aston Clinton, and thence to Aylesbury again. This time it is P. a 43 year old who has never learned to drive. He's lived in London for most of his life, which gives him some kind of excuse. He's a nice guy and can drive pretty well, but says he needs a 30 hour course to get him ready. Should be a reasonably easy week for pretty good cash.
Watch Holland France on telly in the evening. It's a cracking game, both teams going at it hammer and tong, the Dutch devastating on the break as they were against Italy and ending up 4-1 winners.
A text arrives confirming my selection for the Penn St fixture. Good idea therefor to skip my Friday curry. I don't.
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