Thrash about for hours trying to formulate a plan. I stood N down last night as my test check guinea pig. There is a vague plan that I might get the examiner to role play the student, but would have done no real preparation for that.
After 15 minutes of queueing I get through to Worleys. it's good news, the clutch can be adjusted, it need not be replaced. It'll take about an hour. I ring the examiner. Yesterday, N was supposed to have his check test at 9. He thought it was today, so the examiner just got an hour long fag break. I got the chance to chat to him, and he sounded a nice guy.
So now I have to pick up the phone and tell him that for the 2nd day running his 9 am had let him down. He is extremely chipper about it and adopts a "these things happen" attitude.
So luckily,Worleys do their stuff and I am over to Aylesbury for S's test mark2
He does really well. 4 minors and 2 serious, one of which I inadvertently committed when retracing the test route.Poor S!
I take my working car round to Shirley, and here comes the revelation of the day. She is driving on big roads, confidently changing up and down in the busy traffic. She does really well. I get a big kick from this following all the suffering of the past couple of weeks!
A drives like a dream. It's a long lesson,making up for yesterday's abortive effort, but enjoyable, and he scarcely makes a mistake. I am sure if he concentrated he could get a perfect pass.
Buy fish and chips for all, it's delicious, but my belly still in trouble post BHS brekkie yesterday.
H returns surprisingly early. We go for a drink. She's not unpleasant but the exchange could scarcely be described as warm.
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