The house is gripped by exam panic. Today, at this very moment, it's English (Lit or Lang...I should know). I'm meant to be getting on with Lost Daughter, the sequel to The Red King of Helsinki, a spy novel which at this very moment is being spectacularly ignored, rejected or laughed at by several good agents in the industry. Instead I sit here worrying about daughter.
I was lucky, I didn't care that much when I was taking my Baccalaureate exams, or perhaps I found it easier, or perhaps they were easy then.
But daughter really, really cares. Unlike son, she works unrelentingly, exhausting herself. I've been rallying around (a very English expression but so apt), even trying to cook healthy food, buying chocolates and the weekly magazines (Grazia an absolute must, Look just so we don't have to fight).
On Monday I took her to see Hangover at Babington House. We laughed so much our cheeks hurt. Perhaps it was the release of all the tension, but we both loved the script and the acting. Even the cinematography was good. Surely too much to expect from a film like this?
Something is happening to the paragraphs when I add photos...apologies, I'll figure out a way to fix it when the exams are over.