On Thursday morning, after my last post, I had a lovely morning faffing around at home. I baked some delicious carrot & courgette muffins and I menu-planned for the weekend as we had guests arriving.
In the afternoon I had to go down to my prospective college so that I could meet the tutor. There was no pressure as I'd already been interviewed and accepted and it was a beautiful drive down on a sunny day. I arrived, had a brief introduction, undertook a short piece of writing and then had a chat with my tutor.
He apologised that unfortunately the college had forgotten to let me know that the course had already started, and could I please come in tomorrow?
All hell broke loose in my brain at this point as I frantically tried to reschedule work, all my social arrangements and all my childcare at a moment's notice. I said, "Um.... yes?"
There followed the most hectic few days ever. My first day was insanely challenging but also inspiring and brilliant and exciting, I made phone calls in my lunch break and texted Carlos to see if he could get me a lab coat. I did the food shopping at 9pm at night and when our visitors arrived I had not even made their bed. I am doing some extremely creative working at home this week.
Next weekend is our wedding anniversary and we are going to spend a weekend at a hotel in Oxford. I suspect I will be carting Biology and Chemistry textbooks with me and asking Carlos infinite questions about electron microscopes. But it is all really happening and I am quite, quite certain that this was the right choice.
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