I took my driving test this week. Having taken lessons over the summer, and felt as if progress was being made, and my wonderful driving instructor being happy, we got the test booked in, and organised, a few weeks before, a mock exam. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said as we did
Now that July has arrived, I’m about to have to start knuckling down to work again – to preparation for talks and notes for a whole host of wonderful things, including the Ryedale Festival, the Oxford Lieder Festival, the North Norfolk Music Festival and some forthcoming summer courses at City
Well, it’s happened again. Results Day. That terrifying Thursday morning when you must make the journey, or the phone call, or risk logging into your UCAS account, to find out How It Went. Were the last two years of your life well spent? Did you choose the right subjects? What
