One thing I remember about St. Michael's that makes me shiver is: when I had to go into that small room upstairs in Ingoldisthorpe for my Spanish lesson, Oh how I wished someone else would take Spanish with me, because I was terrified of the teacher. I can't even remember his name only his face and oh, how he smelt weird like out of Dracula or old museums. I think Miss Hayes Williams would remember him. Also a nice old man that gave us Maths who was a bit deaf, oh and the history teacher I remember he was always falling asleep, and when he was really tired he would give us a test, give us the questions and then he would take a nice long nap, which of course we made the most of, by copying the answers from the book and when we had all finished we would throw little balls of paper to wake him up, I think a few would remember this Before he sat at his desk, we would put drawing pins under his cushion. My goodness weren't we awful now that I think of it. Also, I remember someone in my class used to like hanging someone's chair on the metal beams in the big classroom that was separate from the rest of the school in Hunstanton. Sometimes I sit and remember my school days and all those lovely friends we had. I can never remember anybody fighting. Only all the mischief we all got up to. The other day on TV I saw a gong and wow did I remember the one at Fridham that used to call us to breakfast and supper, such assortment, specially when we had the vegetarian matron ughhhhhh, god I used to think we were cattle eating all those vegetables it was like eating grass everyday. I remember when we gave her daughter bacon, we held her down and made her eat bacon, and the matron, her mother was so angry with us. Still we had so much fun. Ohhhhhh the midnight feasts, and boiling potatoes and eggs in the kettle while it boiled to fill our water bottles. When we put spiders in a matron's bed, can't remember who it was now, and fastened loo paper all the way from her bedroom to the back door. Now I think of it, I am not surprised my kids are how they are. Anne was forever telling us off poor thing. On Saturday's they would let us go to the shop for shampoo, and we would sneak off to see and Elvis film in Hunstanton, and what a telling off we would get. Still we all had great fun. Well Martin I think I have bored you stiff, please excuse me, but I have such good memories that I felt like talking to someone about them. I think it may be old age getting to me, being all nostalgic.