New Year's was unspectacular for us though the kids had a good enough time it would seem. (Please note that the following description in no way condones binge drinking.) O was home by 11:30 after pacing himself carefully, though clearly over the wrong distance. He remembered throwing up at the pub, but not at home, a fact that was unpleasantly brought to his (and all of our) attention the following morning. C had got detached from her other friends and spent the early morning wandering around Bath with a stranger, both looking for respective homes away from home. Dangerous, but she got away with it, the silly girl. Sunday mid-day looked like a scene from Dawn of the Dead as the four of them, all still in last night's clothes, eventually found their way through the shower and then back to bed to catch up on missed sleep. God I miss those days. NOT.
C and O are actually officially C nand O, a decision that had been decided a few weeks back but which was announced on Facebook by a change of status followed by a flurry of explanatory messages. That's the modern way I guess. It all seems quite amicable, but O is going to Wellington for Film School and C is staying in Dunedin to finish her Masters.
We put them on the plane this morning at Heathrow, so they should be halfway between Dubai and Brunei about now. J and C were stoic, but it is always hard to say goodbye. Between the two of them they seem to have left a whole heap of stuff behind, presumably because it was too heavy for their bags, but what a waste of money.
I've been wearing a new hat again at Hayesfield, this time exam invigilator for a week or two, but then my time may actually be up for good. It'll be weird as I have been working there a year now under various guises. I've updated my CV so so we'll see what happens.
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