Something unexpected arrived in the post this week – a certificate from the college I have been attending, to mark the end of my first term.
I wasn’t expecting it, so it was all the more pleasant surprise when it arrived.
It’s been over twenty years since I was in any formal education, and I had forgotten the feeling of smug satisfaction you can get from the simplest achievement.
It’s not a degree. It’s not a diploma. It’s on the same level as Cycling Proficiency or 200 Metres Breast Stroke – but I’m proud of it – and it’s going on my wall!