More J. Her last chance to impress before her test. She can't do any of the reversing manoeuvres properly, and there isn't time to spend on them. I really do wonder if it's just a question of can she maintain respectability on the day. I hope I am wrong, but to date I have never had a pleasant surprise with someone I felt wasn't quite ready.
A is a strange case. A perfectly competent driver who is scared stiff the moment I arrive at the door. She hardly speaks, but after a while starts to come out of her shell. Logically she should have absolutely no problem with her test but with nerves logic goes out of the window.
Started at 9 and lessons due to go through to 8:30.
I am just pulling into Harefield at 6:28 when J rings. She's sorry, her Mum has just come out of hospital and she will have to cancel. And of course, she had no inkling that any of this was going to happen until 6:28.
What is it with me that I don't just say "Well fuck you, you have lost the 2 hours you have paid for."?
Drive home and H is out for the evening. I microwave a readymade spagbol and soon it is time to get to the Red Lion to pick her up. It's gone last orders so we sit silently in the dismal Falcon for half an hour before retiring to our separate beds. Hmmm.
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