Today is exam day.
Because she's disabled, Ailz gets to sit it at home. The invigilator arrived about fifteen minutes ago- a nice middle-aged lady, probably a former teacher, who apologised for taking two sugars in her coffee.
Before the exam began the invigilator searched the bathroom- to make sure we didn't have a copy of the Complete Works of John Keats hidden in the cistern.
And now the exam is underway and I'm skulking upstairs, trying to be mousey-quiet.
Good luck, Ailz.