I bought myself a Maths book on the weekend. It’s been ten years since I’ve given numbers any deliberate thought. Believe me when I say deliberate is the operative word.
And so recently as my conscious was pestering me about this lack of thought, I bought a Maths exercise book. With answers. Did you know you can buy Maths books WITHOUT answers?
This sort of thing disturbs me. It means somewhere out there some mathematician genius wearing spectacals is cackling to himself as he makes money mass producing exercise books guarenteed to set maths illerate consumers, such as myself, up to fail.
My dilemma is how I might find this mathematician genuis and give him an encouraging hug. A healthy self-esteem is a vital step towards happiness.