I’m sick to death of revision and it’s not even me that’s doing it! Just the sight of books strewn across the kitchen table with the wind pounding on the window – glum. I think it maybe subconsciously takes me back to my own struggles. Mind you, I seem to remember revising on the beach in a teeney weeney bikini during a heatwave………..now that’s how to do it. Sadly, this attitude was reflected in my grades and teeney weeney bikinis are a dim and distant memory.
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