The deed has been done. The entry is in. I told L to wait
until nearer the time but it just couldn’t be done. Once they’d sent one of
those psychologically disturbing emails saying entries were still open ‘for a
short while longer’, capitulation was inevitable. We know they’re lying because
they’re always lying but there’s always that nagging suspicion that one day
they may actually be telling the truth. Anyway the Manchester
run has been entered.
Cue a torrent of ‘OMG’
and ‘what have I done’ type texts from Daughter. The sort of ones I normally
get from L.
I now need to start practicing my best ever, most tactful
ever, most encouraging, cheerleading.
One wrong word could end up in a torrent of abuse, if either of them can
talk.
Today is spent on the park and doing a little DIY. Only a
very little for me but I let L paint and plaster to her hearts
content.
(Sunday 9th November)
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