Ridiculous Ramblings, Really

I am not actively superstitious, but I tend to get very quiet about my plans once I'm waiting for answers. Talking - or even thinking - about them, makes my brain run in circles. And once that happens, I'm no use to anyone.
Being disappointed or actively panicking is much more my thing. At least I can *do* something then.

My legs are killing me. This might have something to do with only being able to take my interview shoes with me on the trip to Cambridge and not only walking from Luton airport into the city to find the car rental (a move that made the car rental people question my sanity and provide a most certainly not usually offered transportation back to the airport) but also all over Cambridge, doing the touristy thing, after the interview. The shoes only have about 2 cm of heel but for my legs that are only used to trainers this is certainly too much.

The interview was amazingly non-stressful and, though I'm really not good at judging things like this, didn't go too badly.
Of course now I'm waiting for a response and don't know what to hope for. The residency would start just a month or two too early for me to be able to comfortably transfer from here to there, I *think* it would be doable, but certainly exhausting. On the other hand, it's just such a great opportunity, choosing not to go if they want me would be more than silly.

I guess it's a good thing I can't influence the decision one way or the other. I'll just have to wait and see.

Also, this was the first time I recall that my 'I'm a vet' was commented with 'Oh, you can earn a lot of money with that'. And people wonder why we're so enthusiastic about going to the UK.