Monday 10 November 1986

It was a windy day today. The pace of things in Maths was, I noted, quickening. I was hanging in there. Physics on the other hand was a different matter altogether. I had to do a write up of a practical tonight and I was a little bit lost. I had a bath between 5.30 and 6pm – nothing like hiding when there’s work to be done. I watched another episode of The Story of English this evening – and I never once thought, ‘shit I’m doing the wrong A levels.’ Arse!

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