We are approaching what would have been my father's 92nd birthday and I've been reading some of his recollections of school life.
From the age of 4 years old until I was 10, I attended Church Street schools: not willingly because I thought there were much better things to occupy my time, such as going fishing for tiddlers with my net down at Robin Hood's Fields or scrumping apples and pears round at Nelly Clarke's.
To me and to many of my little friends, these things seemed for more worthwhile than listening to some teacher droning on about scripture. We could make prec