I’m doing my maths again after thirty eight maths free years. Who knew that maths anxiety was an actual thing? Worse, a phobia – Arithmophobia, an extreme fear of numbers. I’m adding it to my driving terror. My spider fear. But my fear of maths, where did that come from? Was it watching my Dad go through high school maths with my elder sister, both hunched at the blue formica topped dining table? Him exasperated and growling, how do you not understand this?! Her silent and tearful, tissue scrunched in hand. Or was it Mr Smith, the witty but terrifying deputy head and top tier maths teacher, who had a perfect aim with the chalk board eraser? Feel The Fear and Do It Anyway, encourages a well known self help book, and yeah, that’s the way to go and so I go – but last week raw data and frequency tables physically sickened me. I may not survive Averages and Basic Algebra…