THE PUBLIC SCHOOLS

My first school, like everyone else's, was a local nursery school run by an old spinster who ironically enough loved children. At this lovely little school I learnt nothing apart from how nasty little girls were and how objectionable the taste of milk was. I was not at this nursery school very ‐long as the spinster retired. My thoughtful mother believed that I was too young to go to boarding school so I was sent to the local primary school.