It's THAT time of the year. Panic season, otherwise knows as exam time. This year is the year of Kay's finals. Finally the FINALS. After six years at uni, this will be her last set of university exams, though doubtless not her last exam ever in her career. In a few weeks' time, God willing, she will be unleashed on the unsuspecting British public and coming to a hospital near you (maybe). You have been warned!
My father was once told (whilst in hospital in August) "never go into hospital in August" - it's when the medics graduate into junior doctors and are placed knocked-kneed and pigeon-toed into the wards. One minute they are laid-back long-haired scruffy students, the next minute they are starting their working life as independent, decision-making adults wielding a scalpel or a syringe. It's not hard to see why it's better to be ill in April or July or even (God forbid) September but not in August.
Wishing you all the luck for your exams, my gorgeous daughter..............I have every faith in you.