No more drama, thankfully

After yesterday's to-ing and fro-ing around K's school application, which was about as much fun, and as productive, as trying to plait sawdust in front of an industrial strength fan, things fell far more readily into place today. Despite a little more typically teenage procrastination, and another (fairly subtle) paternal boot up the backside, K confirmed that she had e-mailed her application form, but couldn't make next week's interview, because she has an assessment that counts towards one of her GCSE exams that day - in Drama, how could it be anything else! One phone call to the school sorted everything out, though - they confirmed they've received the e-paperwork (if that's not an oxymoron!), and we arranged a revised interview date, for the following week, which K can go to without a problem. Even my ex, when I rang to update her, seemed more amenable to the arrangements than she had been yesterday. I just hope no more spanners will find their way into the works in the next ten days.
I was up in West London during the aforementioned calls, but the weather was starting to look decidedly non-user friendly, windy and with very threatening dark clouds, so I decided to make an early exit back to 'domicile-ville'. The first leg of the return journey was by bus towards Clapham Junction. The route took in South Kensington, almost always, in my experience, highly fertile 'cutie-spotting' territory, certainly during the day, and my timing was definitely good today, because the French school there had just ended their day. There were at least half a dozen 'stunners' on view, including a gorgeous, dark-haired 12-ish boy I'd seen on a different bus route in the area a few months back. Not a bad end to the afternoon, I have to say!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B