Pick up H nice and early for a three hour stint. The morning sun is glorious, though by the end the sky has somehow totally filled with high gray cloud. The more I get to know her the more I like her, and her driving is coming along a treat. A couple of hours with P thereafter. He is worried about his eyesight, and his ability to read a numberplate, and has already failed a driving test on this point. We test it and he is very borderline, though apparently glasses cannot be found to correct this. Odd.
T is next, and he has his test next week. He drives like a lunatic, and wouldn't pass his test in a million years. I tell him so,and tell him it's not on for next week. He gets sulky and sullen. I reason with him, and there is a grudging acceptance of some of the points I Make. At one stage he could easily have been involved in a fatal when he failed to slow down for a set of broken traffic lights at a major intersection.
He asks can he try again tomorrow. After Gobby's effort yesterday, I am reluctant to concede this,but he is so upset the softie in me relents. I really need to rationalise what's wrong though and we'll try and sort it out.
A comes as welcome light relief. test tomorrow, and as I keep telling him, he should be driving already. we drive in beautiful evening sunshine, the clouds having parted for us once more.
9 hours in the heat has taken it out of me and I crash on the sofa after a delicious crab salad.
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