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...

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Weeeeeeeeeee!!

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I feel a bit sick now"