I think I’m becoming boringly cyclic ( as opposed to psychic ). Today the A level results came out .I’ve probably already bored you with the story of the day I got mine .I was working as a nanny for a French family, who were holidaying in Scotland.The results came in the post ( remember that ? ).I opened my envelope, they were c**p. I cried ,phoned my Mum ,who sympathetically said ‘I can’t talk now, I’m running a varicose vein clinic ‘ and put the phone down! The rest is history. As it happened it all turned out OK , I didn’t go to Bristol , but to Sheffield Poly, which I loved. In my own head ,that story used to make me laugh , but now when the A level results come out ,I just think of that phone call from a joyous Rosie .Then I start thinking ,why was she robbed of her life , why did I take our lives for granted , will I ever be with her again ?etc etc.The stupid,questioning list goes on and on.
So I keep keeping busy .Yesterday I spent with my lovely friend Paul .Jacob and I are taking lunch to The G today ,then I’m meeting a friend and going to see ‘Road show’ at the Menier Chocolate Factory ( I love that theatre ) tonight.