There is something truly wonderful about reuniting with an old professor seven years after he marked your last math exam.
It hits you how much older he looks and makes you wonder if you appear any different.
Rest assure, to his eyes, you will always remain that kid who couldn’t manage to get those darn simple matrices.
Thank you A for all those years of patient teaching. I know I wasn’t skilled at maths. at all.
Because we’re in England after all. Tea and scones before goodbyes at Queen’s Lane Coffee House. The second oldest coffee house in town.