Twenty-three years ago I got my A-Level results. Three A's and one B. It was one of the happiest days in my young life.

I was massively anxious. Who isn't? I had let myself down badly at GCSE and was petrified the same would happen again.

But it didn't. 1/

And I was able to go to St Andrew's where I had a most excellent time. Amongst everything else whilst waiting to matriculate I met @RMFifthCircuit (our surnames are very close alphabetically).

Results Day 23 years ago had some consequence for me then 2/

This year I have followed reports, first in Scotland and now down south, with a sense of disbelief, followed by a mounting fury and rage.

23 years ago was hard enough. I was so afraid collecting my results I was shaking. I had it easy compared to the students this year. 3/

I, at least, didn't have to contend with my final year being disrupted by a pandemic, possibly suffer bereavement or other hardships due to that, and then have my future decided for me like a plot device in a sci-fi series. 4/

I know there's nothing I can do. For "reasons" I fell off life's ladder and consider myself fortunate to be alive today. I have no influence or resource to help. All I can do is mark just how appalled I am at the callousness at what has happened 5/

To "show an affirming flame".

I feel angry for the people who might not get to meet their lifelong friends.

I feel sorrow for those who have been trampled on when they are down.

And much much else besides.

I hope desperately this changes.

@pow_rebecca as my MP I am tagging you.

Not that I expect it will do much good. I know my history too well to expect much from someone who has a ministerial position.

But you are my MP and I am bloody furious.