After getting Sam organised with his worming tablets, I collected Debbie from Whitmarsh Sterland and then took her to Kimbolton where she got 5 "A" GCSE's amongst 9 and had done so well.
Then a walk with Wiggly for Sam together before she went to the first of two audition sessions for the St Neots Players pantomime with no indication as to whether she would be considered for the main one.
A working morning but at least I managed to get Sam organised with his worming tablets again.
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Debbie telephoned first thing and gave me her latest timescales on getting her exam results from school. After a couple of earlier thoughts, she decided that she wanted to be collected from Whitmarsh Sterland at the start of her lunchtime and taken to Kimbolton to open the envelope there and then.
When I called on them, I saw this attractive blonde girl smiling through the window and I had waved at her and got an acknowledgement before I realised it was Debbie dressed and made up for work! How daughters change into young women.
The journey to Kimbolton with some trepidation wondering what grades Debbie would get. On arrival, we were not sure where to go and tried the Bursars office first. They were closed but Terry Hayward himself was there and directed me to the Saloon.
I exchanged pleasantries with him from a position of strength having dispossessed him of his District Council seat a year or two back. Once at the Saloon, we quickly got Debbie's envelope but she did not want to open it for a while until persuaded by me and her teachers; and then the results - Five A's, one B and three C's, a total of nine "O"-level equivalents which was far better than we ever could have hoped.
We spoke to headmaster Roger Peel and then the careers mistress with whom we discussed her choice of "A"-levels; deciding on Biology, Chemistry and Maths with which she could do anything she liked at University subsequently.
The drive home to The Hayling View where Di was equally pleased to hear and then I photocopied the results slips - one copy each for Di - and then filed the original news.
We then sat down and ate some of the celebrational cake that Della helped to ice yesterday before I collected my mail and left, saying that I would not be calling back until Sunday. I left them to it and came back, earlier than expected, to see Wiggly and give her my news.
A walk for Sam together and then, this evening, she went to the first of two audition sessions for the St Neots Players pantomime. I had planned to come out with her and friends afterwards for a drink at The Chequers but had got tied up with my work and she had to wait a few minutes for me to get ready.
She was a bit fed up but I think that it was as much disappointment with her rehearsal in which she was asked to read a range of parts with no indication as to whether she would be considered for the main one.
Richard had passed his GCSE English, grade B, and would now be progressing on to teacher training which seemed to me to be rather a basic qualification for this educational task. Even more ironic is the plans of his friends to celebrate this humble achievement when Debbie has just got her five grade "A"'s!