Back to Skool

I'm cross eyed with confusion after spending the past few hours cramming for my Prince2 project management exam tomorrow. I haven't really sat an exam for 10 years, so I'm a little concerned, particularly as "no one fails the foundation course". The thought of being sent back to work tomorrow afternoon as our first failure is at the forefront of my mind.

Failing (or, err, I mean, "passing") that I'll be back in the classroom til the end of the week to sit the next stage of the qualification - by all accounts tougher and much more likely to result in a tail-between-the-legs return to the office. Fingers crossed I'm not the first to return empty handed.

Away from all the fun of the classroom, we're moving flat! As of next month we'll be in a bigger place with two bedrooms - and a bathroom which isn't accessed via the end of the bed - thanks to a couple of friends moving out of their place and recommending we move in. Pure luxury you'd think, after 16 months in our current place, but you would reckon without both J's and my tendency for sentimentality. First flat together, lots of memories, great view and, well, it's our wee flat. There will be tears in a few weeks, of that there is no doubt. Hopefully they'll only last as long as it takes for one of us to get lost in the new place trying to find the bathroom in the dark.

Second conference call for the rally on Sunday - we are still doing it, in case you were wondering. Real life is getting in the way something chronic at the moment, but we'll be back on it as of next week.

As for fundraising event number one - am up to around 17km now in training for the half marathon - a 19k run is scheduled for Saturday (as is a trip to Homebase to peruse paint and vinyl flooring samples - am moist with anticipation) and then the wind-down to the big day starts. Can't wait for it to be over so I can reclaim about 8 hours of my week back. And experience all those endorphin-fuelled feelings of self-worth, obviously.