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The thwack of doom.

Such is my eagerness, that when I have a TMA away and not back, I phone my wife to see if they have flopped through the letter-box. Today one arrived—M336—the groups course; the one I, supposedly liked.

I knew that I'd done badly, but really...

I should be gutted I suppose, as expected it was the worst piece of work that I've ever done, am I just not up to this?

Well...

Today I pulled a twelve hour shift, we won't go into the why of that, but I absolutely had to do something that I've been resisting for a while. That, something, would be using a crappy Access database that I was once proud to have coded.

[The thing is flakey beyond normal belief—it popped up many ToDo dialogues and one that actually said "hello!". I had a look at the code, and realized that I was just going to have to gentle the thing through it. There was no option of any quick fixes. It got done, but I was cursing myself.]

After. I was standing having a fag, watching the pair of blackbirds who seem to be nesting somewhere in the school when it came to me—"I could build a better thing than that now". I remember angling my head and slitting my eyes.

You have to remember that I'm tired and not thinking straight.

I fired up the command prompt and ... what do I do now?

After a couple of hours of fretted typing and much consultation of the docs I went to see what the blackbirds were doing: having a fag in fact.

I was ragging. I noticed that my headteacher was still in my building so I approached.

He didn't actually say this, but he said, "you look happy for the first time in forever".

That was because I had been programming.

Or was it me a-scurry-in-my-head because I got a bad mark?