Remember those ghastly accountancy exams I was taking back in July? The ones that meant I read 4 books in July, compared to 11 in June and August? The ones for which I was studying while my husband was in Bulgaria and I was thus doubly miserable on our first wedding anniversary?
I passed them! with marks of 70, 59 and 63, which for a 50 pass-mark I think is a solid effort.
Those are the last exams I had to take for my chartered accountant qualification, so now there’s just a few bits of paperwork between me and the letters ACA after my surname.
Break out the big calculator.
Or, you know, the dark chocolate covered marzipan.
(edit on Sunday: you can’t help yourselves, I ate them all. But the Musician brought some Lindor chocolate balls so I’ll share those instead, ok?)