Got the phone call at lunchtime today, and I have been offered the job.
Amazing. One application, one interview, one job offer. I had been under the impression it wasn't meant to work like that.
The manager asked if I could start Monday but I've said Tuesday because I need to go to the Jobcentre and get all that stuff sorted out.
It's sort of casual to begin with - so if I end up after a week or even an afternoon of it going "owww, eeek, I cannot do this after all" then I can just leave, no harm, no foul, which is good, but does add a little to the nervousness.
I am very excited and nervous. I also have this panic on about how I must get all the housework done in the next two days because once I'm working I won't have the energy any more.
A little bit of help in that direction though - the Roomba is now up and running and as I type, is cleaning the bathroom and landing. Well, the carpets, anyway. It seems to be having fun. I still think it's cute. It is still trying to attack Steve periodically. The cliff-sensor works, so it's not falling down the stairs, but there is one of the bedroom doors that doesn't shut as securely as the others and the Roomba keeps trying to nudge it open.
It seems to put Steve in mind of the Luggage from Discworld - pottering about with homicidal tendencies.
Oh, and from what I hear, my friends and relatives in Lowestoft are all okay. Which is good.