Scary Post

Today we were all scared of the postman. He came up the path, pushed a bunch of fat envelopes through the letterbox and then strolled next door. We just sat cowering in the living room. For today was results day. The day that number one daughter finds out if the last two years of solid effort have been in vain, and where she is spending the next three years of her life.

Finally we dared open up some of the envelopes to discover that all is well. Good grades all round and a chance to spend three years in York as the prize. In a few months number one wife and I will be a childless couple. Of course the places that the kids (as I still dare to call them occasionally) have gone to have around the shortest teaching periods ever which means that they will be back in a startling short time. But it will still be a bit strange to have the TV stay on the same channel for more than 20 seconds at a time, and to find that the biscuit barrel still has some chocolate digestives left in it.....