Never too old to learn something new
When I tell people that, at the age of 68, I’m doing an MA in Medieval Literature, they react as though I’ve confessed to suffering from some unfortunate medical condition.
There’s embarrassment, mixed with mild concern. Then a furtive glance to locate the nearest escape route in case I start banging on about Beowulf.
This was a big surprise to me as I had foolishly imagined that, given the opportunity, anyone would want to do an MA. Who wouldn’t like to
