In the shower this morning, getting set for another day's graft. SHWMBO yells through the door, pupil is on the phone wants me to ring back urgently.
On the blower five minutes later to Daryl, whose test is at 9.37 this morning. Odd time I know, but thats how it works. He's a nice driver, should do it easily barring cock ups.
Conversation goes like this:
"Morning Daryl, whats up?"
"Hello Tom? Bit of a problem"
"Whats that then, Daryl?"
"My mum's just checked the appointment letter. The test was yesterday"
Ah well. Only a seven week waiting list round these parts.
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Doh !!
No chance of getting hold of a time machine then ??
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Tom
The story is incomplete, what did you do then?
Go back to bed
Wash the car
Fix something in the house that needed fixing for ages
Watch daytime TV
Drive out somewhere and take in a view
Do the washing up/vacuuming
Mow the lawn
Check out the Back Room
I think we should be told.
H.
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