Malc's birthday
He's down. His car has packed up on him for the umpteenth time. He'swondering what he has wasted his life doing. It's hard not to feel sorry for him, but also hard not to be angry about the lack of effort he puts in.
A quiet week ahead, then a couple of humdingers. I check up on the net. Still all on for my visit to the SS on Wednesday. Excited and nervous. A nice combination.
The highlight of the working day is a mock test for J. She is a total disaster. I ask her how I think she did. "I fink I diddle right" she opines with the most astonishingly naive optimism. I don't have the bottle to tell her that I won't let her take a test in my car (she only has one lesson left).
she makes bugger all effort, doesn't listen to a bloody word and just thinks it'll all turn out ok on the day. I should be stronger and just put her straight. this is why I don't like these LDC courses with their artificial targets. I wimp out.
Yeah, Monday. Shaslick and bed,
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