Last night I dreamed that I had A Level exams looming. A-levels in Classics and Chemistry. I needed these A Levels because I wanted to do a course on mending rural footpaths (eh?). But try as I might I could not get down to Revision.
It's fifteen years since I did June exams. My last four lots of exams were in Decembers. And yet, all that brainwashing to revise, revise, revise, revise, even for potty school exams, means that from Easter onwards I always had a vague guilty feeling of not Revising, and not getting round to it until late May Bank Holiday.
It was a horrible dream, and I resent being unable to shake off the conditioning of my youth.
But mending rural footpaths actually seems an attractive career choice...
