Man, what a day! I swear, being a car instructor in Great Dunmow is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. You think you know what’s coming, but nah, it’s all twists and turns. So, let me spill the tea on this wild ride.
First off, I woke up late. Classic me, right? Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the High Street, dodging pigeons like I’m in some sort of action movie. Seriously, those birds are like ninjas. Anyway, I finally get to the driving school, and my first student, bless her heart, is a total newbie. We hop in the car, and she’s shaking like a leaf. I’m like, “Chill, mate! It’s just a car, not a dragon!”
We start cruising down St. Mary’s Lane, and she’s gripping the wheel like it’s a life raft. I’m trying to keep it light, ya know? “Just pretend you’re steering a shopping trolley!” I say. But then, outta nowhere, she slams on the brakes. I nearly hit my head on the dashboard! “What’s wrong?” I ask. “A squirrel!” she yells. A squirrel?! I mean, come on!
After that little drama, we head towards the Market Place. It’s bustling, as usual. I love the vibe there. People chatting, kids running around, and the smell of fresh pastries wafting through the air. I’m thinking, “This is the life!” But then, I spot my mate Dave. He’s got his usual cheeky grin, and I can’t help but wave. Next thing I know, he’s running over, and I’m like, “Dude, I’m working here!” But he’s relentless.
So, I’m trying to teach, and Dave’s cracking jokes about my driving skills. “You sure you’re not the one who needs lessons?” he shouts. I roll my eyes. Classic Dave. But it’s all good fun.
Next up, I’ve got this lad named Tom. He’s a bit cocky, thinks he’s the next Lewis Hamilton. We’re zooming down the B1256, and he’s revving the engine like it’s a race. I’m like, “Mate, chill! We’re not in a Fast & Furious movie!” But he’s not listening. Suddenly, he spots a speed camera. Panic mode activated! He slams the brakes again, and I’m like, “Dude, we’re gonna get rear-ended!”
After that chaos, we head to the lovely Dunmow Park. It’s a breather, right? Wrong! There’s a dog chasing a ball, and it runs straight in front of us. I’m yelling, “Watch out!” but Tom’s too busy trying to impress me with his “skills.” We narrowly miss the dog, and I’m just sitting there, heart racing. “You’re lucky I’m not a dog person,” I mutter.
Finally, I get a break. I grab a coffee at the local café on Church End. It’s my little sanctuary. I sit down, take a sip, and just breathe. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Need you to cover an extra lesson.” Ugh, really? I just wanna chill! But hey, it’s Great Dunmow, and the people need me.
So, I head back out, and my next student is a total character. She’s got this wild hair and a laugh that could wake the dead. We’re driving down the picturesque Dunmow Road, and she’s cracking jokes the whole time. “If I crash, just tell my mum I loved her!” she says. I can’t help but laugh.
But then, we hit a roundabout. And let me tell ya, roundabouts in Dunmow are like a game of chicken. She’s going round and round, and I’m like, “Just pick a lane!” Finally, she does, and we make it out alive. I’m sweating bullets, but she’s grinning like she just won the lottery.
As the day winds down, I’m driving back to the school, and I can’t help but think about how crazy it all was. Great Dunmow, with its charming streets and quirky people, always keeps me on my toes. I love it, even when it drives me mad.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of laughs, near-misses, and a whole lot of Great Dunmow spirit. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!