#Driving Lessons Birmingham

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The mechanics of an automated automobile are simpler. This is because the automatic does not have a gearbox or clutch, which makes it much easier for one to understand the process of driving. You can find schools in Birmingham offering automatic driving lessons. Here’s why you should think of learning the art of driving automatic cars from driving school in Birmingham

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Jegulus dates are mostly at home, quiet nights in with home-cooked dinner and boardgames. They're James' one calm activity. Reg likes the quiet and James likes that he's successfully absorbing Reg into his household. Sirius is inevitably third-wheeling - he lives there too, okay, you can't make him stay in another room.

Jily dates are going to all the cheapest restaurants and attractions in muggle Birmingham. Its supposed to be grounding and exciting. Normal fun that isnt exactly normal for either of them. Lily likes to keep it all within her means, at least early on.

Regulily dates are for some reason mostly driving lessons. First it was for Lily to practice after she first got her license, then she started teaching Reg. It's nice to just talk on a long drive and go sight seeing at whatever little village they end up in.

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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 32: Data Analysis

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/739551758747090944/american-woman-thomas-shelby-x-american-oc?source=share

The next morning I wake up feeling refreshed. I was partially right about the long trip tiring me out. Now that yesterday’s stress is out of the way I can focus on other matters. May’s maids are surprised to see I made the bed myself and keep asking if I want breakfast. I politely decline so they won’t go through any trouble but turns out May already has a meal planned for me.

“What will you do now? Are you sailing back home after one day?” She asks from across the long table.

I chew the delicious French toast. “Originally I was going to visit family in Ireland but now the Shelbys want me to work for them. Officially. No debt, no strings attached. I’d love to. It’s just…”

“That means seeing Thomas more often,” May finishes. “I understand. Sometimes I see him at horse events and it’s incredibly awkward.”

“I think I’ll allow myself to work a full year and then decide what I want with my life. Thomas can’t blame me for being distant because he has his own family to care for now.” I finish my breakfast and rise from the table. “Thank you for having me, May. It would’ve been hard to go back to Birmingham last night, after… all that.”

“Give a ring if you need to talk,” the Charleton widow assures. “Do you need a cab?”

A sneaky smile crosses my face. “I have ideas.”

One bonus from growing up in the city is that you learn to walk. Everywhere. Another bonus is knowing how to hail a cab. Or in this case a wagon. I walk along the gravel road and within ten minutes a farmer comes by driving a horse wagon. I offer a few pounds and he agrees to take me to the edge of Birmingham. At first he’s put off by my more than casual clothes but after I explain myself he starts laughing.

“My my, a real American hitchhiker! Now I’ve seen everything.”

Most of the ride is done in silence, allowing me to observe the breathtaking English countryside. So different from the dirty, noisy streets I left a week ago. I’ll miss my home but this would almost make it worthwhile to stay. If only he wasn’t around.

“Here we are, miss.”

I thank the farmer and pull my trunk off the wagon. Looking across the field I see the sign for Birmingham straight ahead. Back through the muddy streets, the shadowy alleys, the ash-filled sky. The dreadful atmosphere that seems slightly sadder than I remember. Or maybe that’s just me.

By the time I get to Watery Lane it’s past midday. When I reach the Shelby house it’s obvious Finn’s been waiting for me. The second I reach the kitchen he comes straight from his room like a magnet drawn to steel.

“Where were you? I almost phoned Tommy!”

“Relax, relax. I’m no big missing persons case. I just… Needed some time to myself. And you will do good not to mention my absence to Thomas. If I need to bribe you then I will offer a lesson for today.”

Finn’s face melts from worried to suspicious to overjoyed. He drops his book and takes a seat at the kitchen table.

“I’m all ears.”

“Right, right. Just let me put my trunk in my room- Oh no. Finn! Did you know about this?”

The closet is stocked to the brim with new clothes. Clothes for me, because Polly would never wear anything this modern. It reminds me of the clothes from American fashion magazines. Whoever made these did their homework.

“It was Ada’s idea!” Finn shouts down the hall.

A smidgen of guilt enters my thoughts. I really should have talked with her more last night. Hopefully she’ll understand why. I set the trunk down and rejoin Finn in the kitchen. As I search for potential dinner ingredients I also concoct an intriguing topic to discuss.

“Today will be about the use of data. Whether it be for science, arithmancy, or common sense, we use data every day. The proper order of data use is wisdom, knowledge, information, and the data itself.” Score! There’s still some fresh meat in the icebox. “Data is the raw facts and figures, and provides the building blocks to create information. Information, Finn, is data that has been manipulated into something meaningful, which then turns into knowledge.”

He takes this in carefully, proving my point. “So our process of thinking is like calculating math. Only instead of crunching numbers we’re crunching choices.”

“Yes.” Such as the choice I made to stay here. “We use data analytics, which is the science of examining raw data with the purpose of drawing conclusions about that information. Pairing with this, data analysis transforms, summarizes, or models data to allow us to make meaningful conclusions. Now data mining, on the other hand, extracts and analyzes large volumes of data to identify hidden relationships or patterns and predict behaviors from them.”

Finn picks up on something. “So… We could predict people?”

I look up from the cutting board. “Correct. That would be entering the field of behavioral psychology or  sociology. But we can talk about that another time. I’ll let you stew on this. Speaking of stew, that is what I’m making. But I need to grab some oregano leaves. I’ll just be a minute.”

I step out the back door and into the familiar dreary streets. No Peaky Blinders standing guard, no Inspector Campbell sulking about. I can finally walk to the market without looking over my shoulder… Still packing heat, of course. I’m not thick. Now about those herbs-

“There she is!” 

Approaching laughter alerts me to the Shelby brothers walking towards me. 

“John? Arthur? Where have you been?”

“Just had a meeting with Changretta,” Arthur scoffs. “Them Italians are giving us trouble again.”

I roll my eyes and pick out some oregano from the market display. “What is it with you boys and fighting with the Italians?”

“Enough about them. What’s this for?” John snatches the herb. “Making something, eh?”

I hold up my hands. “Okay, you caught me. I’m guilty of making tonight’s supper, if you’ll join us.”

Both brothers look pleased about the invite, especially John.

“You have no idea how good a real meal sounds! Esme’s been too busy with the kids. That and she’s expecting again.”

My eyes widen. “Esme’s pregnant? Congratulations!”

John grunts. “She’s grouchy when she’s pregnant. The kids have been a handful too.”

I take back the oregano and give him a reprimanding look. “Either hire more help or keep it in your pants.”

“Oi! Verena!”

I look to face the voice. Thomas. He’s here. Walking down the street towards me. The way he walks, like a man who cannot be touched. A mountain. I really don’t need this right now!

Despite my internal screaming for him to walk away he gets closer. “Remind me never to trust anyone religious,” he grunts. “Earlier today a priest ordered me around like a fucking dog. I thought you said God works in mysterious ways?” He scoffs and lights a cigarette. “Maybe He can get these Irish folk off me back. Arthur, John. How was Changretta?”

“A fucking moron,” Arthur says. “I don’t think he appreciated our hospitality, did he John?”

John shakes his head. Thomas waves this aside and seems to be thinking about something else.

“Verena. Come with me.”

Before I can utter a word he starts walking back the way he came. Um, what about dinner? I have other things to do than just follow you around, Thomas!

I quickly wave goodbye to his brothers and pant to keep up. “Why?”

“Because I’m going to see Ada and if you’re with me maybe she won’t bite my head off.”

We keep walking and I notice we’re approaching a grand public library. Has the great Thomas Shelby given in to using books? My God, times are crazy. The second we enter everyone scatters to stay out of his path, some with confused stares and others looking downright fearful just to see him here. I follow Thomas upstairs and spot Ada at a bookshelf down the aisle.

“Ada!” Thomas calls.

Is he really this unfamiliar with a library? Keep your voice down!

“Tommy Shelby in a library,” his sister vituperates and looks down from the ladder.

“I need to borrow a book about the Russian Revolution. And, I brought a friend.”

Thomas steps away to reveal me behind him. Ada gasps in surprise and hurries down to give me a hug.

“Verena! We hardly got to chat last night!”

Her friendliness brings a smile to my face. “Hello, Ada. So good to see you!”

“Shh!” Someone hisses from another aisle. Oops.

“Have you got a new wharf at Maida Vale now?” Thomas asks.

Ada scoffs and releases me to climb onto the ladder again. “I’ve got a new wharf everywhere now. Sometimes I see our trucks driving past.”

Thomas plays dumb. “Our trucks?”

“Shelby trucks.” Ada pulls out a book and looks at it skeptically. “Why the interest?”

Good question. How does Russian history play into our business?

Thomas takes a seat at the wooden desk. “Eh, I just want to broaden my mind.”

Ada snickers. “Has Verena been influencing you?”

Thomas’ gaze flickers to where I’m standing and his mouth twitches in the ghost of a smirk. “Very funny. No, this was my idea.”

Ada hops down and plops the book on the desk. “Well, this is a list of the bastards who ran away- Sorry, Verena. I know you’re not one for foul language. And this is written from the point of view of the peoples’ struggle.”

Thomas nods blandly. “Uh-huh.”

I put my hands on my hips. “I thought you weren’t keen on using public resources? You said the library was too common.”

Thomas keeps reading the book. “Changed my mind.”

“There was a Russian at your wedding,” Ada comments. “Mind telling me how he got invited?”

He? So there was more than one Russian at that party. Jesus, Thomas. What kind of people are you dealing with now?

“Sometimes Russian aristocrats get invited to social occasions to add a bit of class.”

“Why are you working with the Russians?” I blurt.

He looks up slowly with a lazy expression. “Why the distrust?”

“Do you trust them?” I bite back.

“Not a chance. But I have orders from Churchill himself. That doesn’t explain your hostility.”

You might be comfortable conversing with your enemies, Thomas, but I for one do not like sleeping with one eye open! Class, indeed! The only Russians my family have dealt with no nothing of the sort!

I take a breath. “A Russian killed my Aunt Eleanor. My Uncle Colon’s late wife. We do not forgive and forget something like that, Thomas.”

“Why was he there?” Ada asks again.

Thomas goes back to reading. “Why do you want to know?”

Ada looks down and keeps her voice casual. “Maybe I liked him, maybe I want to see him again. Would that be possible?”

“No, that will not be possible,” Thomas answers bluntly. “Can I rip this page out?”

Ada and I gape at him. “No! You cannot rip a page out. Property of the people.”

“You should never harm books!” I scold.

Ada’s not finished. “When Arthur took the Russian away he had his killing pistol in his jacket and then Johnny lit a fire in the woods.”

Thomas puts the book back and starts walking away. “You want all the details because you’re bored, Ada.”

“Then why is Verena here too?” Ada taunts as I start trailing after him.

“Thought you’d like to see her,” Thomas calls over his shoulder. “You used to chase rats with a revolver, Ada. Might have a job for you too.”

“Tot ziens, Ada. Thanks for the clothes! Goodbye!” I whisper quickly and hurry down the stairs.

“What was that?” Thomas asks, slightly intrigued.

“A bit of Dutch I’m trying to learn.” When we get outside I raise my voice to a disapproving one. “You made Arthur kill a man. Even though you knew he’s trying to go down a better path.”

“Our family doesn’t have another path. And did I hear right that you’re making something for tonight?”

I want to kick the dirt in spite of his stubbornness! “Yes. Your information is correct. You’re welcome to join if you like.”

“Afraid not. Today is a busy day. I’m going straight home afterwards.”

Oh. I should have known. Of course he wants to have dinner with his proper family. His wife and son. Let it go, Verena. Not everyone has to be around for dinner. You knew things weren’t going to be the same.

“Say hi to everyone for me,” I try to say positively when we reach the Shelby house. “Off to see Changretta, I assume?”

Thomas’ brow furrows. “How did you know?”

“Lucky guess. That and your face hasn’t relaxed all day. I figured you have a business meeting.”

Before I close the door he gives a subtle upward nod of his head. “Perceptive, as always.”

That’s rich coming from the man who’s supposed to see through people’s deception but can’t see that I love him. I stomp through the house and through the heavy doors into the office. Apparently all serenity from earlier has been replaced with Polly and John having a kerfuffle.

“…We’ll be handing out Bibles in the fucking bullring with her cousins!” John shouts.

“John, you don’t have to do anything. Lizzie will do it for you,” Polly responds evenly.

“John!” I bark at him. “Did you just mock the good book?”

He ignores me and goes for the front door. “Not now, Steenstra.”

“Yes, now,” I demand and stand in front of him with my arms crossed. “Do not ever talk that way around me again, John. Or any woman for that matter.”

John steps around me anyhow. “Get out of my fucking way.”

The door slams and Polly sits in silence. Wonderful! Now their anger is spreading to me too. Enough of this. I can do something useful and clear out the rubbish bins. I brush past Polly and clear away the trash from all the desks. Some out of Thomas’ office. John’s, Arthur’s. Now all that’s left is Michael’s new office.

“Knock knock. ‘S just me, I’m here for- Oh!”

A pair of wide eyes peeks out at me from behind the desk. Michael himself is slumped in the chair with a face saying there’s nothing wrong. Slowly the eyes rise to reveal the face of a young girl, only a few years younger than me. 

“A new guest, Michael?” I ask and greet the girl with a smile.

“Verena, meet Charlotte Murray.” He pauses for a second and adds: “My new friend.”

Jesus, these Shelbys are all alike. I really hoped Michael would be different. Am I going to have to work here as the only single employee?

I look between the two with a devilish smirk. “Ah, yes. We all need friends. I just need the trash and I will leave you to… get more acquainted.” 

I take the rubbish bin and slip out the door, catching a look of thanks from Michael. Yes, go ahead. I give up trying to tell people what is right. Hell, I myself have lost so much from that. All that time trying to reach the good in Thomas was a waste. It’s time to think for my own security.

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[aneurinallday]

Green Eyes

Chapter 9: The Meadow

Spring turned to summer in the same happy haze, each day precious to Thomas. As he watched Alec blossom and Clara grow, he knew their cosy isolation wouldn’t last forever - the real world would come crashing in sooner or later - but the impermanence made him all the more determined to enjoy every minute.

Alec was a delight, filling the mansion with music and life. As he grew comfortable in his new home, he began to greet Thomas with a kiss at the breakfast table every morning. Thomas didn’t care - the servants were more than aware of his proclivities - but the audacity wasn’t lost on him.

Now that he no longer had to worry about keeping a roof over his and Clara’s head, Alec was finally free to be himself. He would read poetry voraciously, spending hours in Thomas’s library. He would play the piano and sing, whether or not anyone was in the room to listen. He had a soft, sweet voice which seemed imbued with a soothing quality - it calmed Thomas to hear it. Sometimes, when he walked past the nursery and heard Alec singing a lullaby to his daughter, he would stop and listen until it ended.

Clara grew with the speed that only babies could grow, until one morning, Alec burst excitedly into the study to tell Thomas that she was crawling around by herself. Clara was thoroughly delighted with the world of possibilities that had opened up to her, and was determined to explore all of it; but her newfound freedom proved less of a thrill for Alec and the maids, who soon realised that a crawling baby needed to be constantly monitored.

When Thomas looked down at her, and she looked back up at him with innocent eyes, he felt a hope and a protectiveness that he hadn’t felt in a long time. A long time ago, in a different lifetime, Charles had looked at him the same way - with love and curiosity rather than resentment and reproach. With Clara’s arrival, Thomas felt, in a strange and subconscious way, that he’d been given a second chance. A chance to raise a child who didn’t hate him, but who regarded him as a source of wonder and joy.

“She likes you,” Alec would say when Thomas bounced her on his knee, “I guess she has a second father now.”

“You’re her only father,” Thomas would remind him, but inwardly, he’d begun to think the same way.

Despite Alec’s good cheer, he was unable to mask his occasional moments of melancholy. Sometimes Thomas would catch him staring at Clara with sad eyes, or sitting motionless at the piano, lost in thought. Thomas didn’t pry - Alec had lived a difficult life and was entitled to a little gloom - but tried to cheer him with lavish gifts and delicious treats.

Alec was more than glad to accept his generosity. He quickly adjusted to having a rich benefactor, and proved shameless in spending Thomas’s money. A life of luxury suited him well - he had the natural elegance to pull off his new role with aplomb.

On the weekends they would drive into Birmingham or catch the train down to London, visiting the best tailors and jewellers, buying suits and cuff-links and everything his heart desired. Sometimes he would ask for the chauffeur to take him when Thomas was busy, leaving with pockets full of money and returning hours later with a car full of shopping bags.

Thomas didn’t mind - to him, the expense was just loose change, and it gratified him to see the young man’s excitement. Knowing the hardships which had preceded it, making Alec happy was a unique pleasure that Thomas soon became addicted to, even if it meant spoiling him.

“You’ve been quiet today, Mister Shelby,” Alec said one day, when he and Thomas were at the stables for their usual riding lesson. “Are you feeling well?”

“I had a telephone-call with my sister Ada.”

“Oh?”

“She said Charlie doesn’t want to come home.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sure he’ll change his mind.”

“He won’t. But never mind that. Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“I’ve got a present for you.”

“It’s a horse, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but act like you don’t know that. Close your eyes.”

Alec obeyed. As he listened to a stall door opening and a horse’s hooves clip-clopping closer, an uncontrollable smile spread across his face. His hands formed excited fists, tugging at the hem of his tailored jacket.

“Right, open them,” said Thomas gruffly.

Alec opened his eyes to see an unfamiliar chestnut horse - a beautiful mare whose coat, mane, and braided tail were all a rich reddish brown. He greeted her with pats and scratches while she stood patiently.

“This is Queen Boudicea,” Thomas continued. “She’s quiet and steady, so she’ll be better suited to you than the other horses. She doesn’t like getting her feet wet, but that shouldn’t matter, unless you’re planning on riding into the pond.”

“I love her! She’s the most beautiful creature - thank you, Mister Shelby.”

He hugged Thomas tightly.

“Well, get a move on. I’ve got work today,” said Thomas, “Let’s see how she carries you.”

With Alec atop Queen Boudicea and Thomas atop Monaghan Boy, they rode out into the fields that surrounded the mansion. Alec had been growing more confident in the saddle, and had recently begun venturing out into the fields, away from the safety of the training paddock.

“Can we go further today?” Alec asked, “I want to see what Arrow House looks like from afar.”

“Can you handle the terrain?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” Thomas was sceptical.

“Yes!”

“Then follow me.”

On horseback, they walked past the gardens and into the open air, seeking distance and an idyllic vantage point. Alec began to lag behind - his inexperience made him more wary - but Thomas trotted ahead. Reaching the other end of the meadow, he slowed to a standstill and waited for his companion to catch up with him.

Not wanting to keep his benefactor waiting, Alec spurred his horse onward - but as Queen Boudicea broke into a full canter, he must’ve lost confidence. He attempted to halt, throwing the mare off balance, causing her to neigh shrilly in protest as she sought her footing.

Thomas saw Alec half-slip from the horse’s back. For a moment, Alec held on for dear life, attempting to pull himself upright in the saddle. Perhaps he feared that by clinging on, his weight would cause the mare to crash down on top of him; because he suddenly bailed, letting go of the reins and falling onto the grass with a heavy thump.

“Fuck,” Thomas muttered. He cantered back towards the bottom of the meadow where Alec lay. To his relief, Alec sat up as he approached. “You alright?” Thomas asked.

“Yes. Just give me a moment, please.” Alec was winded, but his fall had been cushioned by a soft layer of grass.

“This was a mistake,” said Thomas, “You weren’t ready for the fields yet. I should’ve insisted we train more.”

“Don’t worry - I wanted to! It was my own fault.”

Queen Boudicea, unconcerned with her fallen rider, was now grazing her way along the treeline. Thomas took the opportunity to tie her reins to the nearest bough.

“She’s not hurt, is she?” Alec asked worriedly.

“She’s fine. I’ll send someone to bring her back. The important thing is to get you home.”

Thomas commanded Monaghan Boy to lie on the grass, the stallion folding his sleek black legs underneath him. He helped Alec into the saddle, then sat in front of him, grasping the reins. He clicked his tongue, and Monaghan Boy stood up with some effort and began to trot towards home.

“Can he go faster?” Alec enquired, clasping Thomas’s waist for support.

“Not with two of us on his back.”

“Good. We’ve got time, then.”

Alec placed his hand on Thomas’s thigh. Beneath the shadow of his cap, Thomas smiled.

“You fell on purpose, didn’t you?” he said.

Alec’s fingers crept inwards towards Thomas’s crotch, and found it. Thomas’s breath caught.

“You trying to make me fall too?”

“Wouldn’t that be a shame?” Alec began to rub him through the fabric of his trousers.

“Stop that,” Thomas said, but his tone was one of amusement rather than annoyance. “Let’s get you home.”

The stroking ceased. Alec put his arms around Thomas from behind and squeezed him affectionately.

“Home is ages away. There’s no rush.”

“We can fuck later. You need to lie down.”

Rather than heading to the stable, Thomas rode up the gravel drive and directly to the front doorstep, where he dismounted.

“Down you come,” he said. Wincing, Alec swung his leg over the horse’s neck so that he was sitting side-saddle. Thomas reached up and grasped his sides to steady him. “I’ve got you.”

Alec hopped down onto the gravel, picking bits of grass off his clothes.

“I’m going to take a bath,” he said, “Want to join me?”

“No, I’m alright.”

“Are you sure?” Alec teased.

“I don’t have time,” Thomas said firmly, “I need to go into Small Heath for business. Get some rest - I’ll come and check on you when I’m back.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Alec kissed him goodbye and limped inside. Over his shoulder, he said, “Don’t work too late. I might start missing you.”

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28th April 2025.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟒. Lena appeared for the fourth time on Junior Showtime. ITV 4.05pm - 4.50 pm.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟒. Lena flew out to America. her departure had been delayed as she had caught German Measles and had to stay in England to recover.

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟓. Lena signed copies of Lena Zavaroni in South Africa at Game Discount World, Durban, S.A. at 12.30 pm, in the Smith Street branch.

29 April 1975 at 3.30pm, at the Brickhill Road branch.

A record signed for Michelle on the 28th:

𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟔. Lena appeared at the Montrose club, Liverpool in aid of children's charity. she was photographed with 79 yr old Sid Clare who sixty years earlier wrote the words to Ma! He's Making Eyes at Me.

𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟔. The Skegness Standard published details of the town's summer entertainment including Lena's show at the Pier Theatre on the 1st August.

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟕. The Stage published the final details of The Royal Show, to take place at the King’s Theatre, Glasgow on 17th May, and broadcast on 23rd May.

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟖. The Motherwell Times reported that Lena had recorded the first episode of Cabaret Showtime on Tuesday evening at the civic hall. It was broadcast on 13th June.

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟖. The Nottingham Evening Post advertised the SOS charity show which was to take place in The Theatre Royal, Nottingham in Sunday 14th May.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟗. The BBC distributed photographs of Lena to publicise her upcoming series Lena Zavaroni And Music on BBC 1.

𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟕. The Birmingham Daily News reported that Lena was in love.

She was described as "Trouble-Torn", a refreshing change from "Tragic".

Of course she wasn't living with him - it was her house so he was living with her.

𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟕. The Wolverhampton Express also reported on Lena's romance.

𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟑. In the Daily Record, a reader wished that he was as hard up as Lena, who had to sell her house for £85,000. Further on in the newspaper there was a photograph of her in an article about Anorexia.

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟓. The Hartlepool Northern Daily Mail looked back 10 years to when Lena was thinking of taking driving Lessons.

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https://www.tumblr.com/judesbelligoal/767134783778209792/httpswwwtumblrcomjudesbelligoal7671330134495?source=share He knows don't forget that he had to go to Court in Birmingham for driving without a license and watching WhatsApp this means he can drive but probably he didn't take driving lessons because who knows his parents were worried after that and feared any possible accident so decided that was his mom to drive him .The fact that he's always focused on his phone is not a joke he can get distracted we already know he's always online.

He said he didn’t want to get lessons because he’s too comfortable with his mom driving him

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When it comes to learning to drive, the choice of a driving school can make all the difference, especially in a bustling city like Birmingham. With its complex road systems, busy intersections, and varied traffic conditions, Birmingham presents unique challenges for learners. Selecting the right driving school ensures that you receive the tailored instruction needed to navigate these challenges confidently and effectively.

Understanding Birmingham’s Driving Environment

Birmingham’s roads are a mix of modern motorways, historic streets, and everything in between. The city's traffic can be unpredictable, with peak hours presenting a particular challenge for new drivers. A specialized driving school in Birmingham will focus on these aspects, preparing learners to handle real-world driving scenarios, such as:

Navigating Complex Roundabouts: Birmingham is known for its numerous roundabouts, each varying in size and complexity. Learning how to approach and exit these roundabouts safely is crucial for driving in the city.

Managing Heavy Traffic: The city’s roads are often congested, especially during rush hours. A good driving school will teach you how to stay calm and composed in traffic, ensuring you maintain control of your vehicle at all times.

Understanding Diverse Road Types: From busy dual carriageways to narrow residential streets, Birmingham’s road network is diverse. A driving school that knows the area will prepare you for driving on all types of roads, ensuring you’re ready for any situation.

The Importance of Local Expertise

Choosing a driving school with local expertise is vital for several reasons:

Familiarity with Test Routes: Local driving instructors are familiar with the specific routes used during driving tests in Birmingham. This knowledge allows them to focus on areas that are likely to be part of your test, giving you a significant advantage.

Customized Lesson Plans: Local driving schools can tailor lessons to address the specific challenges of Birmingham’s roads. Whether it's dealing with busy city centers or navigating suburban areas, lessons are designed to build your confidence and competence.

Real-World Preparation: Driving in Birmingham isn’t just about passing the test; it’s about being prepared for real-world driving. Local instructors provide valuable insights into common driving situations in Birmingham, such as how to handle unexpected roadworks or diversions.

Why Choose Asia Driving School in Birmingham?

At Asia Driving School, we understand the unique challenges that learners face in Birmingham. Our experienced instructors are not only skilled in teaching the basics but are also well-versed in the intricacies of Birmingham’s road network. Here’s what sets us apart:

Experienced Instructors: Our instructors have years of experience teaching in Birmingham, giving them a deep understanding of the local driving environment. They provide personalized guidance, ensuring that you’re fully prepared for both the driving test and everyday driving situations.

Tailored Lessons: We offer flexible lesson plans that fit your schedule and learning pace. Whether you prefer intensive courses or regular lessons, we’ve got you covered. Our lessons are designed to build your skills progressively, ensuring that you’re test-ready.

High Success Rates: Our focus on quality instruction has resulted in high pass rates among our students. We’re committed to helping you succeed, and our track record speaks for itself.

Comprehensive Support: From your first lesson to the day of your test, we provide ongoing support and guidance. We understand that learning to drive can be stressful, so we’re here to make the process as smooth and enjoyable as possible.

Conclusion

Learning to drive in Birmingham requires more than just basic instruction; it demands a deep understanding of the city’s roads and traffic conditions. By choosing a specialized driving school like Asia Driving School, you’re investing in quality education that prepares you for all aspects of driving in Birmingham. Our tailored lessons, experienced instructors, and local expertise ensure that you’ll not only pass your driving test but also become a confident, capable driver ready to tackle Birmingham’s roads.

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