Today was the final postgraduate exam. The closest thing that I can describe it is as like a driving test - but for a specialty so I guess an advanced driving test.
As such the main key is to conquer your nerves. Regrettably, that didn't happen and whilst I don't know the result as yet, I'll be utterly flabbergasted if I get a pass.
So disappointing. Though the day was saved whilst waiting for my connection home with two young lasses - who can't have been more than 14 - who'd attempted to travel from Lichfield to Stafford but ended up on the wrong train.
Excuse me, where are we?
Warrington, I say
Where's that?
About half way between Liverpool and Manchester
That's why everyone sounds strange. Focking hell we're in so much trouble, my curfew is at 1030pm, I broke it yesterday as well! Kayles, ring the home!
There ensued some amusing discussion with a couple of us in the room about taxis to Stafford and a bit of banter. It was quite sad really, in the end they did look like young kids who'd gone too far from home, no matter how much they smoked or acted up or what she was bailed for. I hope they got back alright. I wrote down which trains they needed and how to get there.
By the way, the picture is an album meme as per
Juzzy.
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I hope that you do pass and I reckon it is not as bad as you think because that is just imagination :¬)