Jul 30th (Weds)

Up early. T has an early test today. What will he do? Who can tell? Almost anything is the answer.
Sherbert is allowed in, and beats up the two cats straight away. If the bunny is at the food, they won't go near it!
T is in good form. I take S down to his house and we drop her off to Lighthouse on the way to the test centre. Sadly Emsy is too unwell still to go to Lighthouse. Her illness gives Dan the opportunity to stay at home, ostensibly to do the caring bruvver routine.
To the test centre. A minor stir as war nearly breaks out over access to the parking spaces. yet again I get F for the test. They disappear and myself and another fella escape the warzone and head for a cup of tea.
Before long they are back. I wait, and watch ,and then, yes he's reaching for his licence. He held it together!
But then, for the second time in two days, I am summoned to the debrief! What now?! I look at the form and see the number 15. Fifteen minors???!! No wonder F wants a word.But , no, it's not that. 15 is the route number. He's actually got ZERO bloody faults, and Fred wants to say well done. Nice touch, nice bloke.
I worry though. T could easily take this as a green light to drive like a lunatic for the rest of his life. And tomorrow he is having a curry with, among others, Sophie, and is planning on driving her home.
Back home for a cup of tea. Emsy is feeling a little bit better, and Dan is doing his bit to help. H is taking the car to JH's in readiness for our forthcoming French adventure.
S is seemingly not too nervous, and is relieved to see he doesn't has Andy as his tormentor. In fact A is out on a bike test as S goes out. Nothing to do but chat away and soon they are back. I look hopefully, but no. Again comes the summons, and I can be pretty certain that this time it is not to be informed of a clean sheet.
Poor S. He escaped Andy as examiner, but started his test, didn't check his mirror, and nearly knocked him off his bike on the giratory system!!! Only S could do it. Poor lad. Apart from that he put in a really good drive. Round four coming up!
A three hour marathon with L, then a further two hours with R leaves me tired enough. The sun beats down unremittingly on the magnificent hillsides which surround Princes Risborough, resplendent in the wonderful weather.
Heading home and a car heads towards me.It's clearly full of lads out on the tear, and the driver is hanging out of the window making obscene gestures at me, but in a non threatening, friendly way. Music blasts out. Why is he gesturing at me?? Then the penny drops. It's T of course. So how long did those good intentions last?
Emsy better, and the aircon fixed on the car. Good news