...because my two have theirs tomorrow.
They've both worked really hard (and my scale-resistant son has got them cracked at last).
They've practised the pieces till we are all sick of them, and if anything they're starting to go downhill.
And they're both ill today. High temperature, sore throats, raspy breathing. They play wind instruments. There is no way they're going to do the exams. I guess that means we lose the fee (as it's not the sort of bug that warrants a doctor's cert) AND I have to listen to the sodding Skye Boat Song and Let's Call the Whole Thing Off (appropriate, I suppose!) for several more months.
Oh humph.