Progress?

I’ve finally got official permission to attend my little course on Tuesday evenings. I had to jump through hoops, provide written documentation that proved the course was genuine and that I had been accepted on it, and generally cow and beg and curtsey before Graham finally agreed to allow it. He did throw in the caveat that ‘if we’re understaffed and busy I may have to call you in at short notice” but if he thinks I’ll respond to that he can kiss my hairy bung-hole.

Tomorrow is our lovely family get-together/meal-out-thing. Hannah and Nathan, Sophie and Tamara, Philippa and I; a large table in a decent restaurant and hopefully lots of wine. It’s incredible exciting, but also incredibly nerve-wracking, and I’m not sure why. Maybe I’ve been building up this ‘family back together’ situation too much and I’m now scared that it might go wrong somehow. Sophie has only had to put up with her brother in short doses for the past few years, so maybe she won’t even like me that much and I’ll end up with a big sister who lives close enough to visit but isn’t close enough emotionally to want to see me.
God, I worry about some old shite don’t I?
Hopefully, now I’ve written that down, it’ll get it out of my head and I can go back to being excited, instead of nervous.
I’m off to the ‘self-help’ section of the library now….

RC 8-2-13