Just dropping by to say a big, big thank you to everyone involved in making me an offer that cannot be refused.
I am very happy to be on the list for the MU on Feb 6th.
It is going to take some fearsome self-discipline to get an assignment done in time, but it will be worth it. Thank you, crepeys. And MrsS is indeed correct in thinking that my significant birthday is the week before hers. And also correct in remembering that I love her slippers. 
I have been mainly straining my brain to complete a load of work for the last few days (5 pieces submitted, one lesson plan and resources to go, one assignment not yet started but that doesn't need to be in until the 13th), but today I had to take most of the day off for the visit of aunt and uncle (parents of Difficult Cousin) and dm. They very sweetly took us out to lunch but then we invited them back for coffee and to view our lovely new loft space. And after they had left, dd started her "I've done no work, I've failed all my exams, I hate school, I want to leave" meltdown, which was completely expected. She has done no work over the hols At All and will probably get a major dressing down for not doing at all well in her mocks. There were slight mitigating circs because of her bad reaction to the ABs, but frankly she did bugger-all work for the whole of last term (again, some mitigating circs, but she makes such a meal of everything), so I am wary of making too many excuses for her. Her chemistry teacher, to whom I spoke at the end of last term, said it was just like Y11 re-visited and he hoped she would make like last year and pull her finger out this term. Ho hum. I tried to get her in the right frame of mind tonight by sorting out all her subject notes from last term, which she had not even tried to file and had just dumped in a towering pile on her cluttered desk. No wonder she can't find anything. She did cooperate but then started wailing about how she hadn't done any work. At that point, I had had enough as I should have been doing my work rather than sorting her crap out, so left. With gritted teeth. All the self-indulgent drama bollocks coming after weeks of avoidant activity gets right on my nerves.
Ds, sadly, also does not want to go back to school. Purely because he "hates English", apparently. I told him to think instead about all the other subjects that he likes.
AIBU to want to shriek at both of them: "Oh FGS, it doesn't matter whether you like it or not, just bloody well get on with it, it's not forever"?