It's good to see the fourth year and the sixth form engaged in competitive horse nobbling.
It's good to see the fourth year and the sixth form engaged in competitive horse nobbling.
The "development" in the 2 years between 4th and 6th form is quite a thing, isn't it?
Ah, those sepia tinged school memories. The faint smell of gym shoes & chloroform, blood on the moon, torn clothes in the hay bales. You can check out, but you can never leave? They stab it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast. Ouija boards at break. Grammar school traumas?