David and I are off to Leicester University today and I am very much enjoying venturing into this totally unknown territory and trawling the campuses. I  missed out on university as I was fortunate to have a job offered on a local rag as a cub reporter straight from school. That doesn’t happen much these days. Looking back, I wish I had gone.

Thanks to everyone for the really helpful comments following our recent visit to Nottingham University, I shall bear them all in mind.

Leicester University certainly seems keen and I have had half a dozen texts and emails reminding us about the open day, as well as a fast track number for registration. I have been told there is a waiting list for places if we can’t make it today.

Something interesting I was told last week was that if two students with exactly the same results applied for one available place, and one student came from a good school and the other from a poor school, it would be offered to a pupil from the poorer school as it is assumed that he or she would have worked harder to get there.

I hope that same criteria applies to David who has dyspraxia and has worked twice as hard as other kids to get the same results – those were the words of his primary school teacher.  I used to volunteer as a parent helper in his class to monitor his progress as I could see his constant struggle, he always seemed to be the only child whose work was never good enough to be displayed on the wall, and I was fobbed off repeatedly by his head teacher. But that’s the past now and David hopefully has much to look forward to.