Confessing all to Miss Delia....
It doesn't go well. The disappointment in her face is overwhelmingly obvious. Even I can see she was thinking..oh this was going so well.  Our only saving grace is that we try and sell our best option of LRUN's commuting north on a daily basis as best we can and she desperately tries to accept it. She says she will have to discuss it with her line manager but the session is a gloomy one and we end on a sombre note. I am so stressed, I barely sleep. There is no option of him finding another job locally, we have to go with what we have. Our boss is overwhelmingly supportive and assures me they want to do whatever they can to help us.

Delia returns the following week to say that the authorities are wanting to put our application on hold until things settle down. I feel like screaming and crying but I somehow manage to hold it together. But she then explains that she has fought our corner as best she can and has got them to agree to continue with the assessment for now until further decisions have been made. She says we have huge potential and they would be shooting themselves in the foot by letting us go. She has a plan and she is clearly on our side. She says we need to focus on showing how I would cope if LRUN was away for an extra 4 hours a day commuting. Easy as far as I am concerned...that's just one less child to worry about. We all laugh but the seriousness of her comment sets in. Yes, it's going to be hard, very hard but we both want this so badly, we just have to make it work.