Well, what a wonderful birthday.
On Tuesday morning we got up at 06:05, I felt horribly sick and didn’t want any breakfast. Nerves, I think, as it passed after a while. We left 45 minutes ahead of my interview to make a 4.3 mile journey. We got stuck in traffic a bit, but it wasn’t too bad. The route went according to plan to the very last minute when I took a wrong turn, literally a couple of hundred metres from my destination, and with 10 minutes to spare. I suddenly found myself on a large road, heading out of Birmingham at speed. It took me about 15 mins to get turned around and heading back in the right direction, and then couldn’t find the junction I’d taken the wrong turn at. So I was driving around going frantic.
I finally turned up 13 minutes late, to be told that I’d missed part of the initial briefing, so I couldn’t attend the interview. Gutted.
They’re going to send me a new date. It’ll have to be after I’m living in Birmingham. I’m not going to make another special trip.
Hannah took it badly as she blamed herself for giving me the wrong directions. It’s not worth casting blame, these things happen.
After we’d calmed down a bit, we went to Cadbury World, which was quite fun. They give you too much chocolate, though. They give you just enough to make you think you should eat it there and then, but it’s also just enough to make you feel a bit sick 🙂