GCSE results day dawned
with my wife and I still in the mobile phone dead-spot of Dovedale and the boy
at the Leeds Festival eighty miles from school, so I land-lined the school for
the grades and we headed for civilisation in the form of the old mill town of
Belper, where we enjoyed a guided tour of the remnants of Jedidiah Strutt’s cotton
mill; eventually we achieved contact with Leeds and passed on the good news of
a fistful of A grades (and a C), definitely not just a run of the mill result,
with the only downside being the high personal cost of the financial incentive
scheme I signed up to.
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