On Tuesday I finally got to my first Cobblers match of the season. We played at Queens Park Rangers in whatever the League Cup is called this season and a match report can be found here but assuming no one out there but me could ever be bothered to read it I will summarise thus : First half crap. Second half exciting and we pulled two great goals back but conceded in the final minute. Final score – lost 3-2. Reidski came with me and gave a reasonably convincing display of ‘quite enjoying it really’.
We went to a good bar first, but somebody please tell me, what kind of a name is The Defector’s Weld for a pub? It must be one of them there trendy London names like. Me being a simply country lass finds the Red Lion rather adventurous as far as pub names go -red being such a racy kind of colour don’t you think?
I was sat with a lad of about 18 on my train home last night. He asked me where the train stopped. When I said Northampton he said, ‘Oh, I want to go to Crewe.’ Well maybe he did want to go to Crewe but I had to tell him his chances of getting to Crewe last night were slim going on non-existent. Then I spent the rest of the journey worrying about whether I should offer him our sofa for the night, but I didn’t because how could I be certain he wasn’t an armed and desperate criminal? I am becoming way too cautious in my advancing age and am left feeling quite guilty about the poor kid.
My own lad of very nearly 17 gets his GSCE results today. My mind keeps drifting back to the exam period but no matter how hard I try, I can not seem to conjure up any memories of him actually revising. I just hope he has at least got C grades which to my old fashioned mind will mean he passed the things. He came back from his first exam – a Maths paper -and announced it to have been ‘Easy’. He then told me he had finished it in 45 minutes but it was a 90 minute exam. Whilst I would love to say that that would be because he is a Maths genius, the realist in me has to worry that he was slap dash, didn’t take proper care over reading the questions, and very probably couldn’t be bothered to double check his answers.
I won’t know until late this morning. Until then, ignorance is likely to be bliss, although hearing half hourly news reports about how GSCE results are likely to be higher again this year is not exactly helping my peace of mind.
Well he passed them. I don't think we shall be troubled by photographers from the local press who at these times seem inexplicably to be more interested in pretty girls who got straight A grades but he got 4 B's and 6 C's so I am relieved. I shall have to start referring to 'My son with the ten GSCE's' at any opportunity and learn to swiftly change the subject when questioned about grades.
Expiration - I wonder when I will die. Just the other day as I was strolling through Ecclesall Woods, it occurred to me that eight years have passed since I walked away...
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