An apology.

The day started off much the same as any other. My first lesson was for an hour and a half with a pupil who was very nervous about reversing her car out of the drive way of her mother-in-laws house.
The lessons was a disaster from start to finish, the pupil had never driven a car without dual controls, never mind drive in or reverse out of a tight spot next to a brand new car and on a gravel drive with a very steep decline. To say the pupil struggled would be an understatement.After much backward and forward manoeuvring, We eventually removed the car out on to the road, then the nerves hit and we stalled more than a handful of times on the high street causing a riot with the parents of late school children.

I left the pupil with the promise of "it will get easier" and went to my next lesson. This time the pupil was a complete beginner who thought she could drive. If driving involves keeping you foot on the clutch and driving on the white line in the centre of the road then the pupil was a complete pro, I lost count of the number of times I gently steered us into our own lane and with great patience explained the use of the clutch but I was informed that "the clutch needs my foot" and no amount of persuasion would convince her otherwise.

My third lesson of the morning was yet again a complete beginner this time the customer was using her own automatic car. This pupil had never sat in her own car before so it was "lets take this from the very beginning" with the complete cockpit drill and the routine for moving off and stopping. I lost count of the number of times I heard "this is too difficult" and that was before we ever started the engine.

Four hours had passed, my head was spinning as I sat back into my own car and headed towards the coast planning on treating myself to something in the bakery.
I hadn't gone far down the road when I approached a lady standing beside her car. She was inching out into the middle of the road the closer I got. I was concentrating so much on her that I omitted to see the importance of the piece of what looked to be rubbish on the road. As I passed the lady the wheels of my car came in contact with a lilac Frisbee inches from its owner. I winced as I heard the crunch beneath my car. Looking out my rear view window, I watched the lady pick up the broken Frisbee in her hands and she stared at me in bewilderment. She remained standing in the middle of the road glaring at the learner vehicle until she was nothing but a speck in the horizon.

So to the lady with the lilac Frisbee, I am truly sorry for your loss.