write at the end

Well I was wrong, about yesterday I mean' at least I hope I was. I've got a week to decide between the one year residential, or the two year distance learning courses. Personal preference is the one year, with the added bonus that it starts this September, rather than next January and will therefore be completed some 15 months ahead of schedule.

I can't say the interview went as well as I'd hoped. Sometimes I seemed to come over a little woolly, and that was my opinion, so I dread to think what Helen Shipman made of me. Still, the decision will be made by next week, so I should hear pretty soon. Just hope the answer's yes that's all.

I could say that today hasn't been the best of days, but that would be over-egging the pudding a tad. Too many late nights catching up on me I guess, too much hassle. Could head for bed, but it seems a little early yet, so here I am filling in my own personal blog and wishing I could get a decent night's sleep for a change.

Tomorrow's another day, and I'll be looking at Pia's 'Happy Endings' again from a fresh perspective. Dammit, I think I will go to bed after all. Lots to do in the morning, Evie Rosie to collect, though I hear she's teething again and it could be another difficult day. Never mind, when has life ever been any different? On second thoughts, don't answer that.

Chris.