And it looks like The Girl has a more than good chance to enter the school at Deurne.

Now, even I know that this is a big deal, that representatives from the school were at her manege, that W. recommended her, that she was told, well, maybe maybe, things look good.

She asks me if I am proud of her. I- who fear horses- say yes, I am very proud of you.

Sometime last week- or it might have indeed been yesterday, I’m having a lot of trouble with time these days, as so much is happening – I had to get The Boy to Tilburg , read : city in the opposite direction of the Big City that I always go to. I could have written a funny post, about how my brother- in- law’s navigation system kept trying to send us back to The Big City instead of Tilburg, of how he asked me – of all people how to get to Tilburg, but, you know , too much going on right now.

The Boy took a five hour long test, 95 euro worth of a test, because the little school down the street requested this.

Lucky me, once I spotted the Interpolis building, I could locate myself and window shopped for the most part ( remember, we lived in Tilburg for 8 years).

Today, the results of The Boy’s test came in. His school was wrong when they said The Boy should go to VMBO and make ash trays. The Boy rated Havo no problem, with a 9 for culture and history.

Now what to do ? Let him stay a year to thicken his skin or go for it ?