All that worrying for nothing, I have done quite well in my mocks, even the maths one – well I did well considering I cocked it up, I could have got a really high mark if I hadn’t had all that crap to deal with. But, the stupid thing is, is that after the initial relief I then started worrying that I wouldn’t do so well in the real exams, I kind of remember some nonsense about dress rehearsals in theatres – if they go well the actual performance is crap, or if they go badly the performance is good, well some sort of nonsense like that anyway. However, Imogen, Matt and I sneaked off for a celebratory drink at the Swan. Imogen hadn’t done very well, but she seemed happy – she’s not that worried about that kind of thing. I was hoping to bump into Jed to see how he’d done, but we didn’t and when I though about it, I don’t know if he was even in school to get the results. When I got home, Mum said that Uncle Angus had phoned to see how I’d done, which was really good of him – and a good sign that he remembered. But it made me feel badly for not having thought to phone him, I will do that as soon as I can.