a) My first term – first letter from Mother. I couldn’t read a word, so burst into tears.
b) Madame. One day during her class someone blew their nose in what appeared to be a completely normal way. “Not that way,” she shouted. But in no way would she tell us what she thought to be the correct way. I have wondered ever since.
c) We were enchanted by a small boy playing the violin, none other than Yehudi Menuhin. If my memory serves me right he accompanied me when I won the Singing Cup, or whatever it was called. At a dinner some 7 or 8 years ago I reminded him of this concert, which he still remembered.
Was I Patrol Leader of the Lions? My memory fails.
Having had no son, never returned.