Got the call. It's negative, as I expected. There is definitely something to be said for being prepared for the bad news. Didn't even cry. Really am ok. Would have been nice, but oh well. Onwards and forwards we go. Crack open that bottle Sheila, it is time for a drinkie poo.
As my kids* would say, "Beee End!"
*Was in Toys r Us, buying my kids presents** (just because) when I got the call. I thought to myself, 'how fucking lucky am I, to be here in this store, buying presents for MY KIDS'. Hard to be to be too tearful when I am so lucky. Perspective.
**Clearly the 'not spending so much money' part of my To Do list hasn't started yet.