Yes it’ a continuing saga of the loft discoveries.
First of all a glimpse of the 15 year old me and the machinations of my mind:
Ah now I look even closer I see that it was Miss Fulton who was the teacher. Sadly she was a large lady and her name caused much girly giggling. I was actually quite good at maths and always completed the work fast, hence I had nothing better to do than mess about with Mel and Julie once tasks were completed! You can see I was in group A. Now on thinking further, after I got my ‘O’ level results and found I had a ‘B’ grade, I went to Miss Fulton and said that I quite fancied doing maths ‘A’ level. She wasn’t very nice really and just said, rather abruptly before walking off, ‘Not in my class you’re not!’
Not sure she liked me!
Mel, Julie and I were great friends but you can see there was quite a bit of (puerile) banter:
- Graphs are stupid, so is Mel.
- Julie is a turd-this is old English Folk.
- Julie and Mel are both spongy mesophyll.
- Julie is a prothallus.
- Mel is a pyrenoid.