Twice in two weeks I've been required to use what could be described as "proper" maths.
I'm relieved that I remembered the definition of a prime number, thus retaining superhero status in the eyes of my 12 year old niece. Two hours of working out primes and factors and weird pyramids and formulas with Emily tonight brought back the horror of high school maths. Geez I hated maths. I'm so proud of Emily. She really stuck at it and got the whole of the last problem done all by herself using a pencil and paper. Almost as proud as when she gave away a penalty shot in her soccer grandfinal on Tuesday night by defending a little too hard with her left elbow. They won anyway, and the ref was totally biased!
Anyway, the second maths challenge - last week at woodwork I correctly identified that the thing we really needed to work out where to place pegs on the skeiner was trigonometry - specifically tan and cos. Luckily one of the workshop is a physics teacher. He was dead chuffed to have a practical application.
So, my humblest apologies to the long-suffering Mr Harvey, my year 12 Senior Maths teacher. Yes, Mr Harvey, 23 years on, I finally found a use for trigonometry (and physics teachers).
I leave you with a totally gratuitous Westie pic. I got up at 5am, this is what I found in my bed at 7am. The mornings are definitely getting cooler.