GCSE results day today.
God, that was stress.
Because of various things. But at the end of the day. We are so spectacularly, incredibly, wonderfully, totally, utterly proud of Molly Alice Bruton. Exams all sorted, results great, and on to the whole next set of things to do brilliant at, namely A Levels; English Lit, Media Studies, Music Technology, Applied Science, General Studies (never underestimate the importance of a good General Studies A level. It got me to University, it got her Uncle David to University. And it's an easy, easy A Level.)
I try not to embarrass her too much on here (at least not anymore), but let's just say we're so very, very, very PROUD of her. She turned out alright y'know.
One thing I have thought about today is that effectively, we're now utterly redundant. We've got her to (nearly) 16, alive, in one piece, pretty sorted for the future. In the old days this means we can quite cheerfully die now. But to be honest, I don't really fancy doing that. I've got A Levels to get through yet at least. Then there's University. Then life.... I plan to be around a fair bit yet.
But Molly Alice Bruton, SO VERY PROUD. OH SO VERY PROUD. Love You XXX