J is still a country mile away from being able to take her test, but she is determined to do so on Wednesday week. SO today we stat a further 8 hours. I somehow doubt it will be enough.
Ashley should fare better, but again he is trying to rush and learn to drive in just 20 hours. His biking experience gives him a reasonable chance.
The trek over to Harefield for J is becoming galling. She certainly has an attitude problem, and clearly has no intention of listening to, let alone accepting, any advice. As I talk to her I can almost feel her eyebrows raising to the ceiling. She thinks she can do it, and I fear only failing her test will suffice to convince her otherwise. And then it'll be the examiner who is at fault.
Pictures have arrived from Phoenix. They are the sort of thing that fuel the argument of the "why bother" squad in relation to space flight.I won't be booking my hols in the frozen Martian north for sure. The land is flat, barren and pebble strewn, but the scientists scream excitedly about "polygons" apparently similar in character to those found in the terrestial arctic.
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