Today was European History AS-Level. Sigh. I think it went fine. I mean I don’t think I got an A or anything ’cos, y’know, how the hell are you meant to know every piddly little thing about a period of history?? It’s impossible. But at least there were plenty of questions about Ferdinand of Spain and about Martin Luther giving the pope an earache over his grievances, so I reckon what I did was OK.
Wesley picked me up in his car after the exam and took me for a burger. Wesley says his lawyer who is helping him buy the condo called today and said the contracts have been “exchanged.” This means the condo is 99% definitely his.
Wesley says that if I ever move in I’d love living there. Wesley says the second bedroom, that I can use for my books or something until we have kids, looks over the loading bay of the pakora factory. “So that’s pretty cool, innit?” Wesley says. “’Cos there’ll always be something interesting for us both to look at.”