Bloomin' learners

I've never been annoyed at a learner driver: I remember all too well how rubbish I was when I first started. Tony probably remembers quite well too. But it's happened more than once now, where I've been on my way to work and have timed it so I will walk through the door bang on 9.00am, and a learner has started a turn in the road just in front of me.

Someone up there is having a jolly old laugh at my expense.

Hmmm

It's always a bit worrying when Tony answers the phone with "So how 'bout it, darlin'?"

Thank goodness he knew it was one of our cheeky monkey instructors on the other end.

Also, our investment of two Crunchies to our neighbours paid off. Yesterday I got given a Mint Cornetto. It was tasty.

Back to the Old School

Driving Instructor for Dover, Peter Williams came in yesterday brandishing a very ancient leaflet.

After scrutinising it I decided that on the front was what could well be the best photo I have ever seen.

Seeing as Tony as away doing some training this week and isn't here to stop me putting this up, here it is:

Look at him! So intent on not crashing into a tractor as he happily dives his brand new car across some generic countryside.

Brilliant.

I think we've found the picture for our next caption competition.

Spin

We've had a productive morning. We noticed the evidence of someone moving into the office opposite and pressed our noses against the glass to see what was going on - I'm sure I don't have to remind you that in The Big Red L Office we are very nosy people - but couldn't see any movement. So Tony sent me down to the cafe with 80p to buy two Cruchies, which we then stuck to their door with sellotape. Unfortunately everyone who walks past eyes them up, and I'm permentantly on Crunchie-watch to make sure no one snaffles them before the rightful owners get back. Not only that but I also have to keep an eye on Tony who keeps nonchalantly walking by and getting closer and closer to the alluring chocolatey goodness every time.

Driving instructor for Folkestone Jonathan Stringer is keeping me company this morning whilst Tony takes one of his pupils for a mock test, and he's trying to make me drink coffee. Let's get this straight; I HATE coffee. It tastes like dirt. DIRT. But Jonathan is a coffee connoisseur and has talked me into having a cup. IT IS DISGUSTING. But his little face looked so disappointed when I pointed that out and now I am bravely drinking it and trying not to make the face my dog made at the vets last night when he got his medicine squirted up his nose.

In other news Tony has been working hard:

"Amanda, you're not spinning round properly - you need to stick your legs out first and then tuck them in for maximum speed... oh here, look, I'LL show you...

...

Weeeeeeeeeee!!

...

I feel a bit sick now"

Who are we?

Just had a conversation over the email with a young lady who shall remain nameless.

It went something like this:

Young lady (hereonafter referred to as 'YL'): "I would like to cancel the driving lesson I have booked"

Me: "Righto, who is your instructor?"

YL: "I can't remember."

Me: "Ok, what area were you going to have your lesson?"

YL: "In the road outside my house."

Me: "Ok, what's your postcode?"

YL provides a postcode for an area we don't cover

Me: "Are you sure you're actually learning with us?"

YL: "Yes, of course I am. My mum booked them with Red Driving School."

Me: "Ok. Did you know that we're actually The Big Red L Company?"

Bear in mind that every email I send has our logo on it, a logo that says very boldly, "BIG RED L Company" and has a picture of, guess what, a big, red, L. And every email I send comes from 'amanda@bigredl.co.uk'.

In other news Tony has been working hard: