I forgot to buy the string... 


At the college the lady-on-the-desk said:
Do I know you, are you a member of staff?

No.
...home-ed..
my sons.
....GCSEs for a private candidate take a lot of sorting out..
You saw a lot of me.
It was GCSEs
For them

Now its me.

I left with the forms.
Read them outside and realised that half of the information is missing.
There is no page 4,5 and 6 'supposed to be retained by the candidate' in my hand.
I'll email...

If you too are thinking of doing education the hard way, an on-line GCE costs around £300. The actual cost of the exam is ambiguous, I'm not sure what the form actually means- possibly £150 for the whole GCE...or is that £150 for each of the four exams (which would be £600).

So 600+300 and a book or two...
Are you sure you want to do this!

Walked down the hill to Wilco's to buy meds for the dysfunctional med box (last seen contents tipped out by desperate, ear-ache-boy) feeling sick at the cost and the general hypocrisy surrounding 'exams and learning'. Thinking why didn't you just act your age, what was so terrible about Access to HE?

Sick with myself for doing everything the hard way, or trying to do things that aren't age appropriate, or sex appropriate, or for gods sake why don't I just smile and fit in!

So all in all, no wonder I forgot about the string.

Crimson Sky.

Ten minutes until the PC starts its whole-self-virus scan. Not that it makes it dysfunctional, it provides a good enough reason not to do any more reading of old files bunched together in a folder called 'work'.

I shall set off to the college to begin the process of registering myself as a private candidate: GCE archaeology...
and buy a lot of string.

I have done this before.
Twice.
It involves forms.
It is expensive and stressful.

But if I get it wrong its only me.
Before it would have been my kids instant FAIL..

So, here we go.
Mrs I was reading about Witchcraft/ Mesopotamian demons+myths before you were born has begun to study part 1 of the AQA Archaeology course.
Religion and Ritual.

The string?
Got a bee in my bonnet about finding the lines at The Sanctuary. Can't use flour to draw lines, can't think of anything better than string!

Wish I'd taken a photo.
Garden centres...

As I ate a smoked salmon and brie sandwich I grew in certainty that this was a location beyond death.
 My body even now on the way to a mortuary fridge.
The bike and blood smeared across the shimmering tarmac.

Shuffling hoards.
Or was it just the carpet.
Something about the place made me seriously question...

Anyway, of course it wasn't Purgatory!
Waiting to be called in to justify my existence.
Then the express elevator to hell.

But just for a minuet it could have been.

wasting time...

Playing with Paint.