I'm feeling slightly tempted towards emotion regarding the Oxford thing. It's delightful that after three generations of intellectual frustration; Peggy, Jenny, Kate (whose university career was just pissing about) a Home Farm woman finally has a clear shot.
My DM, like Peggy but far from London, also won a scholarship to grammar school and also never got there (though her family were all very keen). Years later, when I was an undergraduate and she was in another country it transpired that she needed a particular degree to further her career. The relevant university was a plane ride away in a country she scarcely knew. And she did it. I was a thousand times more proud of her than I could ever be of myself. So if Jenny does decide she wants a degree I'm right behind her.