Passed my driving test today! So happy and relieved.
I passed my theory test in 2008 and did a few lessons around then, but was fairly hamstrung by my own nerves and the fact that it's a completely different type of learning from anything I've done previously. I've been taking lessons solidly for the past two years, and made two attempts on the test this year. Despite the fact that I've been studying for one thing or another since I started secondary school, I can honestly say that no single qualification has cost me so much time and effort to get.
Of course, nothing else I've ever studied has been such a potentially lethal activity, so it's probably fair.
I may go and collapse on the couch for a while now.
Shortly after going to bed last night I became vaguely aware of rustling noises over by the door, where the laundry-on-the-way-to-the-laundry-basket was waiting, and SNARR GROWL GRARR thing happening. Got out of bed to see what the problem was and found our small house guest valiantly protecting me from the dire threat of clothes in need of a wash; she was growling and sort of wrestling with my bra.
This being Do Not Want, I escorted the laundry to where it should have gone, if I hadn't been lazy while going to bed (the laundry basket is at the other end of the flat, in fairness), and brought back an old tea towel and a cardboard toilet roll tube for kitteh to play with. These seemed satisfactory, because she kept herself busy by killing them for the next couple of hours.
I take it this means she's feeling better.
Have been reading Steven Pinker's The Stuff of Thought recently - pleased to discover that the linguistics part of my brain hasn't gone entirely rusty - and for some reason this had me thinking about the use of the term "revert", in the sense that people's annoying bosses* use it.
Please read the following list and revert back to me with any comments or edits.
What your boss means:
Please read the following list and email a response to me, with any comments or edits.
What you** interpret from this:
Please read the following list and then return to your previous state, in which you were, in fact, me.
So the recipient is a figment of the boss's imagination, or some sort of employee-construct homunculus whose sole purpose is to do the bosses's bidding before being reabsorbed back into The Boss, like some kind of primordial extra limb. (This is a pretty reasonable assessment of Anet's employee relations, actually.)
Or... this is a perfectly reasonable new/emerging use of the term "revert", and I should get the hell over it. (But did I ever tell you about the time these employers made me spend a whole afternoon chasing a pigeon?)
[Edit: Wow, "bosses's" is totally not a word.]
*Specifically, my annoying boss from three years ago.
** By "you", I mean "I", which sort of invalidates my entire argument here.
Henry was back down having lunch when I went to feed the cats this morning. Still cross with me - hid behind the bikes - but looks more mobile anyway. Very glad I didn't scare him off permanently.
We may try the vet thing again (a bit more surreptitiously) if he's not too jittery in a few days, but will leave him be for now.
There must be some sort of cat hideyhole in the complex somewhere. Curious to find out where it is now...