11 Plus

Over in Belfast for a day of work, so I took the opportunity to go to my sister's for dinner.

Nice to be back in the bosom of the family, if only for an evening.

My poor nephew had to sit his 11-plus exam (to determine which secondary/high school he can go to) the next morning - all he is allowed to bring are two sharpened pencils and a rubber.

I still remember the stress from when I did mine - it seems almost like a barbaric practice from a forgotten age.