Tim went to Radley.

Yes.

And Daddy went to Stowe

Oh did he? How interesting. My father went to Rugby.

And of course both my brothers went to Stowe.

And then my brothers were packed off to Lancing for some funny reason...And interestingly my brother-in-law. Rather, that is, my brother's wife's brother, as is. He went to Eton.

Yes. Well. Bully for him. Of course Eton's hopeless now. Jam-packed with the Asians. Nobody else stands a chance.

That's the problem. Ha! We've been priced out of the market by the bloody Pakis! 

SHHHHHHH!

Sorry. Sorry. But you know what I mean...

Stowe's a lovely school...

So, anyway, when do you hear?

Next week.

Same. Fingers crossed!

God knows what we'll do if it's a No. 

Appeal.

Obviously.

You gave them your parents' London address, did you?

Absolutely. It's 40 yards from the school. We've been to bloody church every Sunday.

Don't tell a soul but if it's a No, the parents have agreed they'll stump up for Joshie.

Well, yes, that's what I'm hoping. I think when Mummy understands it's a reality that Ollie'd actually have to attend...one of the others...they'll put the flat on the market. And then it's watch out Cranleigh, here we come!