Testing, testing, and tempting

I have a date for my driving test. I’m feeling deeply disturbed by the thought already, so I’m not gonna tell you when it is. I’ll just tell you when it’s over, if that’s ok. Ted has once again offered to give me extra tuition, and I have once again declined his kind advances. I think he’s just looking for an excuse to get out of the house, as Beryl is still getting on at him to change his habits and avoid any future heart attacks. I can sympathise with them both. If you’ve had a health scare it must be tempting to have a few binges and get the most out of life; but if your partner has almost died and refuses to change their ways in reaction to it, it must be incredibly frustrating, and scary. I’ve started calling them Itchy and Scratchy. Thankfully, the reference is lost on them. I’ve never known people in their seventies to divorce, so this may turn out to be a year of firsts after all.

The young temptette popped into the supermarket again last night. (Yes, I am aware that I’ve just invented a word. You have my permission to use it. Share the wealth, I always say..) I still don’t know what her name is, but I now know her favourite breakfast cereal, what denier of tights she likes to wear, and the fact that she has an uncle who is 50 on Friday, so our relationship is advancing nicely.

RC 30-5-09
1334 BST