Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse (well, except for Barman who's watching the footy).
The lucky mascots were hung by the pc with care,
In hope that the pupillage fairy would soon be there.
Bar-Os was nestled all snug in his bed,
Whilst visions of being a 'barrister's ors' danced in his head.
And Barmaid in her kerchief and Barman in his cap (well, we are yokels),
Had just settled down for a Summertime nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Barmaid sprang from her bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, she flew like a flash,
Tore open the IKEA curtains and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen dew,
Gave a lustre like diamonds, such a beautiful hue.
When, what to her wondering eyes should appear,
Not the pupillage fairy, but hope, consternation, anticipation and fear.
11 comments:
beautiful - if this is any guide, you deserve an O in drafting!
fingers still crossed.
Good luck, I'm sure you will be fine!
Keep on taking the tablets... you'll be fine! ;-)
A wonderful poem Maid - you've perfectly captured the sentiments of everyone waiting for those dread results!!
All the very, VERY VERYYYYYYYY Best of Luck!!!!!!
xx
Thanks everyone:-)
Any news yet? It's a late 12 o'clock for me!
Anon - Nope, no news yet. I eventually managed to log onto the new system, only to find that all of my previous results have disappeared.
Same here! Way to make possibly one of the most stressful days more stressful...
Hey Barmaid,
even I feel nervous after reading that and i'm not even doing the BVC yet!
Lots of luck, but i am sure you won't need it!
Keep positive!
Katie x
The 'midday' results finally arrived early evening, by which time I'd given up hope.
Oh well, all's well that ends well.
Hey, glad it ended well!
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