Hurrah! The kidult got her grades and is off to university at the end of September. And what a blessed relief, since there was no "plan B" and I would have despaired of ever getting her back into full-time education, if she'd been allowed to have a gap year.
The level of hysteria in the Elworthy household as we approached the Big Day was truly something else, I can tell you. Well I'm certainly looking forward to her moving into her hall of residence (Exeter, since you ask; it would seem that a number of West London princesses and princes are to flock there) - not that I don't love her and will miss her dreadfully but it will mean I can get Kim 'n' Aggie around to purge her room (which I am fearful that the local council may condemn otherwise).
Love her. She's pleased. And she was genuinely anxious.
Gave her a big hug up (it will not, of course stop there: there will be numerous lunches, glasses of champagne, frocks, handbags and other "little rewards" extracted over the next three or four weeks) then out for a superb lunch (I certainly do aspire to be the lady wot lunches) with the ever rock-solid Colin Smith, who heads up the CBRE CPO team and dear old Niall Lindsay of Thurrock UDC.
