6 months to Christmas day. and did I mention high summer, if Wimbledon be it's witness, is here at last. And herself is to visit tomorrow, in the company of Mr H. The one she dined alone with, then made a point of telling me there had been a whole group of them, and the one who, when she missed her train at Marylebone, she took the tube to Potters Bar, whereupon he picked her up and brought her back to Wycombe. One Malcolm would be quite proud of.
Having hardly spoken since Sunday, I am not of a mind to bring up any of this at this stage. In the absence of the telly (now happily restored) I missed a controversial ODI twixt England and New Zealand. A lot of bad feeling after a shoulder barge followed by a run out. Wished I'd seen it.
So, check test due tomorrow. Take out T who is alert for half the lesson, then drives like a halfwit for the rest. The clutch has been slipping for a while, and I notice it getting worse. Try it myself on the way to A. Definitely a problem, and A notices it straight away. Soon the car won't go uphill properly. Big prob . What to do? Check test in morning followed by S's test.
Problems not helped as am feeling shite after succumbing to an urge to demolish a full english for the first time in a long time, having been exiled by the plasterers. Immediately the (tasty) meal was demolished, I start to feel ill. It gets no better. So I have no car for either test potentially. Emsy wants to go to the rec and play tennis. I run her and sophie there, and S manfully volunteers to play and coach her. It's a delight to see the two of them enjoying such fun, and each others' company/
I am too ill to worry. I get to bed.
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