Trumpet fanfares .....

champagne


and indeed several cartloads of fireworks required!

Darling daughter collected her A level results this morning,- A grades for English and History and a B for Music,- which was just exactly what we'd hoped for on our most optimistic days, and a huge improvement on the 3 Cs that haunted my dreams last night. It means that her decision to drop out of the university process this year and reapply with grades in hand is surely the right one, and that there is at least a slim hope that she may not spend the rest of the summer comparing herself unfavourably with her brother or almost anyone else she comes across. Certainly for now we're all quite incoherent with joy....I think I probably cried more than most of the students when she emerged with her precious bits of paper. Now, about those fireworks...