I was 8 or 9 years old, and our class in a mixed junior school was evenly split 12boys/12 girls. Handy for things like dancing lessons which we had to do, unless someone was absent, of course. Our teacher, Miss A, was a pretty, probably early 30s lady, blond hair, slim with a kind smile. She could, however, be a strict teacher when her mind was set. In the summer term, we had a student teacher, Miss P, a tall, slightly chubby lady, if I remember correctly, but she was very good at games and also read stories wonderfully at the end of the day.

My mate Charlie and I were camping during spring half term week on a campsite we had been to before in the general South Downs area. We were at the far end of the site and, over the fence behind, was an outdoors pursuits business where small huts were used for accommodation. They had a group of girls, looked to be about 15 or 16 years old, judging by their build. They were clearly from a very posh school, at least compared to us. We didn’t have anything to do with them as there was a wooden fence between the sites. We fished and

We were in the second year at the local comprehensive school and the year was 1980. The good old days where teachers were teachers and not your friends, and where the slipper, hand or cane were commonplace. It was a Friday afternoon and the last double period, which meant dreaded double English Literature. That was bad enough at any time, but at 2.30 pm on a Friday, I couldn’t think of a worse end to the week. “OK everyone, it’s not the weekend yet. Open your books at page 46 and we will study ‘The Merry Wives of Windsor’ for the double period,”

My wife was raised in a fairly conservative household. Her mother was not a prude nor was she overly controlling of what Michele was allowed to wear and what she could do for activities, but there were certainly issues with appropriate dress at times and consequences if rules were challenged or violated. Growing up in Southern California, Michele spent a lot of time in a bikini during the summer. This was fine with her mom as long as she was wearing it appropriately. Mom was not okay with Michele walking around outside of the pool area or beach with just a