I'm back! Anyone who gets a bit squeamish during post-mortems should look away now...
Good to see a couple of familiar faces at the centre, as some of the members of Valhalla Choral Society were stewarding. We were a couple of minutes early, so Husband sat down in the waiting room with the singing syllabus, looked at the Grade VIII repertoire list and realised he knew enough of the works to consider taking it. I looked up from my copy of
Maggie's Holiday (a lovely story about a small boy who adopts a horse when her owner emigrates - spot my intellectual level!) to tell him he could find another accompanist for that!
Then came the hour:
Bach: LH decided to have a couple of bars' holiday in the Prelude

but otherwise OK.
Beethoven: Better than it's been for weeks. Phew!
Martinu: I stumbled a bit when *someone*

didn't turn a page in time. A couple of other small slips but the wheels stayed on.
Scales: mostly OK, but a couple of stumbles. I lost count during the chromatic and think I played too may octaves

Sight-reading: OK.
Aural: Ah, yes, the aural. Tests A and C seemed fine, the examiner had to tell me to curb my enthusiasm for Test B (I wanted to start singing before she was ready!

) and as soon as she'd finished playing the excerpt for Test D, I blurted out "It's Gershwin!".
I bought a Curly Wurly on the way home. I'm sure they used to be bigger

Well, that's it. I think it's a three-digit mark (not sure I can face a repeat ordeal if it isn't) although I've been too enthusiastic in my estimates before now, examiner seem smiley (hopefully not the smile that hides the tiger), and now begins the long wait for results.