marmite I loved rowing, but in the end the early starts were too much. She may find a silver lining in that.
Ds told me he had joined the Quidditch society, I scoffed inwardly and I'm afraid outwardly but it turns out that it is an actual sport, not just an enthusiasts meetup.
Some time in the middle of the night I had an anguished call from ds saying he had a letter asking whether the tuition fees had been paid, and what was he to do. It turned out a payment had been declined 3 weeks ago, but he hadn't understood the import of the email, thinking it was crossed wires, as we had sat together and had confirmation that pyment had gone through. And then he ended up in a state about his DVLA application (EU citizen so different process) which i had forwarded to him.
I reassured him on all counts and said I would sort things out today and find out what had happened on the money front on Monday from the finance office. But the middle of the night?? I suppose that is when your anxieties which are kept at bay all day by rushing around surface, and you just need someone to talk to.
Luckily I was having an extremely uncomfortable night on my airmattress (new mattress arriving today, I've just been hoovering under theenormously heavy bed for what seems like the first time in several years) so him ringing me was a welcome interruption from sweaty/deflating/narrow about to fall off feeling.