It’s all coming back to me. The cold sweats, the catastrophising (Have I done enough? Have I done too much? Will I remember all this? What should I have for breakfast?), the blind panic and the overwhelming feeling of impending doom. Fortunately for me, I’ll be at work tomorrow but my 14 year old (aka #1 son – ranking relates solely to birth order) will be sitting an exam. He’s staying cool and has just trotted off to bed after today’s seventh bowl of cereal. He’s been revising steadily after some ‘motivational chats’ from his father and me; I’m fairly sure there’s not much elseRead More →