Well, nearly seven months have passed, and it all comes down to eighty minutes or so tomorrow. I've reached the stage today where I am not really able to do much more. Shortly, I'll be heading off to London to stare at the hotel walls for a few hours and follow the usual pre-exam routine of trying to read stuff but not really achieving much.
I've usually found that having done the exam, everything I've read would have made no difference anyway, but I'm still holding onto my earlier piece of advice re: keep reading.
Best of luck to everyone taking the exam this week - I'd like to think that if we've put the work in and done the viva practice, we deserve to pass this marathon! Thanks to all who've left messages of support on this blog: nice to know that there are others sharing the pain. Looking forward to a pint or two tomorrow afternoon in the Square Pig - come and find me, I'm easy to spot: tall with red hair!!