Slippered by matron on the first night at prep school I was sent to prep school in York in 1966 at the age of 8 years old. My mother was very ill, so never saw me at prep school, but a picture was taken of me in my new herringbone suit with short trousers and school cap. That was the nearest she was to see me in my prep school uniform. My father, who was an old-fashioned military man, took me on my first day and, as soon as we arrived, he was taken into have tea with my new