Take exams, pass exams; fight..............

In 1979 I opened my O Level results in front of my expectant family. I did badly. I retook and went on to do OK in life. That's my CV in a tweet. 

So, this morning I crawled up the wall as Down's Bro went to school get his GCSE results. He got into the college of his choice. We're proud and I suppose there's a time when I thought that may not happen. 

You see, he's got a lot going on with his brother. OK, what he's really got is a lock on his door, which worked well during GCSE revision. Stan can be inquisitive and can bother his brother quite a lot. Then there's a fight. Then chaos. But Down's Bro also taught Stan that when he's working, he's to be left alone. 

Down's Bro could have easily fallen back on the excuse that Stan is a disruption generally and then not worked for the exams. But he did work effectively and then did better than we could have imagined. 

So, today we're all proud of Down's Bro because sometimes Stan has to be the bit part, not the staring role, in this blog. Although, my aspirations about sixth form college aren't over because, with support, Stan can achieve a place too in the next few years. And I'll probably blog about that.   

Ringing my Mum and sis more than made up for my disappointment 35 years ago. As for Stan and his bro, there's now no excuse not to have a big friendly fight............