We were excited when the brochure for evening classes at our local tech arrived. We pored over the possibilities with interest. 'If only the beginners' bagpipes class was on a weekend, instead of a Wednesday evening', my husband sighed - he works long hours and would rarely be able to front up for something that begins at 6 pm. 'If only I knew what a soy-wax ear candle was for, I'm sure I'd want to learn to make one', I cried.
We both fell silent, as the next page revealed this opportunity for extending our horizons:
It was an enormous relief to discover that neither of us were even faintly tempted by that option.
We weren't too thrilled by the prospect of being taught how to solve crossword puzzles or construct formal documents by illiterates either:
In the end, in fact, there was only one course that really captured our attention:
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