Not good news

9.45am. Just rang the Open University and the news is not good. There are places left, but only on the first residential week for 2011, which clashes with our summer holiday. The other weeks, including the one I want, are all fully booked.

I will try again early in the new year, as people do sometimes drop out, but at the moment it isn't looking good. It's particularly upsetting because 2011 is the last year that SXR207 is being offered, so if I can't get in, I have lost out for good.

If I can't do SXR207 again, then I will carry on and do TXR220 - possibly against my better judgment - in order that I have my third residential school pass on my record.

I am more upset about this fail than I would like to verbally admit, but things will no doubt look better in a few days. Paul hasn't replied to me yet, so I wonder how he fared.

10.43pm. It has not been a good day. I told two of my OU friends (not fellow Mad Physicists, I must add) that I had failed the course, and because they couldn't keep their frakking mouths shut, I spent the day fielding over a dozen messages from well-meaning people giving me their commiserations. I went to work to get away from thinking about it, and ended up spending the whole day thinking about it. I know people meant well, but it was upsetting enough yesterday, without people like Julie blabbing to all and damn sundry. This has really irritated me.