I’ve got to the stage now where I feel that DD has done her absolute best and although there’s still one more maths paper to go tomorrow, it’s all in the hands of the gods and it’s time to chill and let it go. Every time we put the radio on to drive to the next exam there’s a burst of this:
If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be
Baby, just let it be
If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be
Baby, just let it be
So, won't you ride with me, ride with me?
See where this thing goes
If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be
Baby, if it's meant to be
So that’s it now. I’m sure as results day approaches we will be knotted balls of fear, hope and anxiety, but as far as possible from here till there, I’m determined not to let it rule our lives. I’ll do my best anyway 