What a terrible day. Cold, dark and exceedingly wet it was not a day for country walks, seaside BBQs or sunny pub garden lunches. None of those were on my horizon today as work continued. I was out and about and at times got caught up in that deluge that has been under way since I got up.
Being Wednesday you will know that I would normally be cooking and indulging my vice of opera. But not tonight. I ate at lunch time. Made simple herb and goat's cheese omelette tonight as I'm going out. Not to socialise but to advise.
Over the last few years since I left Cambridge a number of people have approached me for advice on Oxbridge entrance. Getting in is tough. The press may trumpet public school bias but that is not really the case. Even Oxford and Cambridge are accountable now. I'm told the number of administrators at Cambridge has doubled in the last decade. Is that good? Probably endless bureaucracy. What I do know though is they want the best but they can only pick from the pool of young people who apply. If you don't apply you won't get in.
Tonight's task is to advise my friend Choon's daughter about a possible application. How much she knows I have no idea. Neither do I know if her school is good at advising. But I know well the last two Heads of Admissions at Cambridge so hopefully I can be of some help.
This week seems to have dragged. The return of depressed mood has not occurred. A couple of days lacking in motivation true, but that is normal in summer. Am I wishing away this wet and wild summer? It will go so quickly. And then probably the fear. The fear that has pervaded the years since my last buzzy time. Please come again.
Yet I will take a day at a time, do my best in the circumstances I face, then come home. There is comfort in that.
Take care out there in this wet and wild evocation of summer.
I Heard a Voice.
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