Wales, wet, meetings and a year in the job...
So Son-of-Furtheron is back in the land of male voice choirs etc. - i.e. back in Wales ready for new year at uni - his last! Yes this time next year I've every confidence he will have a flying first in his undergraduate master in Physics and Space Science... Yes he does make his old man look like a thick old numpty... I'm so proud. Daughter-of-Furtheron is settling into A level studies and is looking at universities that we'll be traipsing around this time next year in preparation for her to apply to. One finishes and another joins the fray. Mrs F is settling in with a new year group, new teacher she is working with and two guinea pigs her class has adopted! The trip back to Wales was, almost predictably, met with weather that even Noah would have said "You expect me to go out in that!". When I fetched S-o-F back at the end of the year we just escaped as floods hit that area - this time it was worse in land and I had to slowly edge throu...