I'm trying to say that the next 24 hours will decide which uni you'll send your little fackhers to.
That's a bold proclamation. My yet to arrive offspring will be sent off to sea as cabin boys as soon as they turn 4 regardless of what happens.
I am very curious to see whether we'll have another November to remember or more of pretty much the same.
It's not the first time I've fallen flat on my face. Good way to stay grounded.