O.H. D.E.A.R. P.A.R.E.N.T.S. E.V.E.N.I.N.G. Apart from exams, I suppose that this was the only reckoning that I was going to face for the complete lack of application to my studies over one full year and going on for half of a second academic year at Sixth Form. Or not. I went with my Mum and to honest it was no sweat if the truth be told. She had no real inkling about studying for A Level, having basically let me get on with making my own choices and being fully supportive in them without having much to add by way of direction – and Dad too. It was the same old same old. I must apply myself and then I will pass. I then made the promise to myself that I would do the work and then promptly moved on to report that Everton had beaten Middlesbro 2-1 in an FA Cup replay and would now play Liverpool at Goodison in the next round.