I got the job. The one I really wanted. Today I have said thank you, a lot. I'm not really sure who to; it does not seem to matter. Gratitude is important.
The call came while I was lobbing some crusts out into the back garden. The Boy was upstairs sitting on his sister's head. The Agency Lady did a real X Factor thing on me, relaying in a neutral tone shading towards regret, that although they thought we were both excellent candidates, they had to take this into account, and that into account, and in the end they decided to offer the job to you.
Now I'd been swinging like a hanged man between consummate disappointment and planning my office wardrobe, and had even been quoting Kipling to myself, which is unforgivable. So when she said you, I lost all semblance of cool.
And that moment I want to suspend in amber, because there are very few days like this in one's life. I've done it, and I am shocked, proud, and very excited.