Limpit's class still sing a song called 'Mango Walk'.

The smell of plasticine reminds me of my fifth birthday, which was also my first day at school. I was dragged along by my mother who callously abandoned me at the front door, hauled into a classroom from which I could see my house and given a seat at the front next to the Romany girl no-one else would sit near. I was then coerced into coming to the teacher's desk, where she had 5 candles on a piece of hardboard that had plasticine blobs on it. Someone sang Happy Birthday and the teacher pulled my hair 5 times. All this before first playtime!

Is it any wonder I hated school from then on.

LTS