At the turn of the year I started a one-to-one course with Sara, a thirty-something lady with reasonable English skills who just wanted brush-up Engli...h. Turns out I have spent more time consoling her - in a very professional, hands-off manner - over work and domestic problems than I have teaching her English. The hands-off behaviour is because a) she is married and b) I need the work. She has a nice without being knock-out body and is reasonably attractive without being beautiful, but there's. Mr Miley growled at me. “Stop chatting up the girls Simpson, this is not a pickup joint, this is a place of learning.”“Hence playing rugby in the cold and the rain,” came a murmured, anonymous voice. Everyone chuckled, though most tried not to. It was a male voice, but I didn’t know whose.“Who said that?” Demanded Mr Miley furiously.No one answered, everyone looking at the ground.“Well?”Still no one answered.“Right, the lot of you. Run. Far posts and back again. Go.”He had us doing an hour and. “Gosh, I’m so glad to be here. This has been something of a rough week.” She turned to Meka and added, “I heard it was something of a rough weekend for you girls.”“Yeah, we lost the regional final, but there were two good aspects of the weekend. We won two regional games, which is two more than any other Central team has managed, and we lost to what I think will be the state champs. Although they were incredibly good, they did not blow us out. In fact, we played them more closely than any other. "As the doctor reminded me of what happened, I started to regain memory of the incident."I remember crashing into a barn... some farmers were rushing over to the scene..." I said out loud."Yes, the Marley family. They were working on the ranch when you crashed and they got you away from the car and called 911. They are good people..." he said, putting his putting his chart down on the tray, "Considering the circumstances, you should be glad that you only have a cuts and bruises." How long was I.