In the bath the other evening I was reviewing my attitude to school education – with particular reference to my lack of it. I noticed that I was smiling, and then that I’d been transported back to the comfort of Chipper Lane’s specialist Geography Class. The smile stretched to a grin (I’m ashamed of this) on account of Chipper the same morning having returned from the oculist with his new glasses, and we somehow with prior intelligence – so that when he entered the classroom all six of us (a rump here gravitated because the school could think of nothing else to offer us) fixed our convened attention ...
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