May 2012

Since my Spanish exam on Tuesday, I’ve been able to get back to a bit of writing (and a lot of reading again).  I’m supposed to have come up with 2000 words by the end of the month, towards which I contributed 300 or so on Friday.  I’ve already got 1000 so it’s getting there.  At the moment I’m reading each book in turn and then summarising it.  It’s not the way I always work, as I have been known to splurge, just putting everything down on paper (or screen, these days) and then chopping it up afterwards and putting it in the right order.

But now, the books are nearly all from the library, and my habit of reading, taking notes and then writing them in where they fit with the sources doesn’t fit the bill.  It’s a historiographical introduction to my chapter, so it’s got to be absolutely spot on and summarised accutely.  However, I’m also putting in bits of my own thoughts about their relevance and where the evidence I’ve found fits in.  It’s nice to be back to writing.


Today I have been at Bromley Cross Country Fayre, with the Bolton HA branch president, representing the branch.  Last year it was really productive, and we talked to lots of people, so we were very enthusiastic about being there again.  Unfortunately this year, a stall location in the back of beyond combined with traffic chaos meant it wasn’t such a well-spent day.  Next week we’re going to the Local and Family History Day at the museum in Bolton.  Hopefully, being a more targetted day in the centre of town, we’ll get a bit more interest.

In the last week I’ve been working very hard on my Spanish, as I’ve had my end of term Spanish exams.  The second written paper was last week, and my last day of revision was kiboshed by my eldest son being sent home from school at 11am having attempted to break the tarmac of the playground with his head.  The size of the egg on his head was unbelievable.  He had scratches and bruising all down the left side of his face. In fact, he looked like he;d been mugged.   After a quick trip to the doctor, he was declared ‘probably fine’.  Not the best preparation for my exam.  I think it went relatively okay, though.

Then yesterday I had my oral exam.  We had to do short presentations and a role play with a partner.   My partner and I had managed to do a couple  of hours practice during the previous week, so that we were fairly confident of most of the role plays we’d prepared.  To our great good fortune we randomly picked the role play we liked best, which even included a few funny bits.  The presentations went okay too.  I almost enjoyed it.  I was, however, very relieved to see the back of it.  It’s only GCSE level, and I did my GCSE when I was pregnant 10 years ago: I just couldn’t remember much of it.  It was very nice to wake up and realise that the pressure was off.  I probably will carry on in September, and if I do the next two years I’ll have the equivalent of an A level.  I find that slightly difficult to believe.  Languages were never really my strong point.

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