It was a beautiful day in early summer. In a fit of hubris, I had enrolled in a class at the University to qualify in teaching English as a foreign language. I thought it would be easy. I was wrong. It was a nightmare. I was awake until 2:00 am, every night, finishing assignments and preparing lessons.
Physically stiff, I staggered out of the classroom with its horrible little chairs designed for lithe young bodies. Not mine. I was trying to remember what exactly the Third Conditional was, when I saw my wife smiling at me from the car in front of the building.