
“Why didn’t you stop, Nigel?”
“Did you want to stop?”
“I just said so - there’s a change on my UCAS account –
either an offer or a rejection.”
“Oh – okay, you should have said.”
Twenty miles later services signs appear again.
“Stop, Dad,” shriek the three offspring in the back
seat. They sense that there could be an ugly
row, almost as bad as the Great Map-Reading Row of 2009.
In the services, everybody files off to the loo while I
request new password etc. Then I traipse
off while it is emailed to me. Then we
all sit in the car staring at the rain on the window while we wait for the slow
connection . I am actually watching a man
trying to toilet a disobedient poodle when the children start yelling at
me. The screen has changed. Conditional offer. Hooray.
Conditional on what? You been sitting more A Levels, too?
ReplyDeleteOh and congratulations by the way :)
Good news - you left us in suspense yesterday
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