Jalima, a friend of mine said the only time she could answer all the specialist subject history questions on Mastermind was because of reading Jean Plaidy!
this thread has cheered me up as it seems those who taught our generation were determined to put us all down, always could do better, yes OK but then maybe we had some other better things to do like riding ponies, chatting up boys, painting pretty pictures, going shopping, sewing the latest fashions.
I put it down to the fact that these predominantly thirty something spinsters had lost out on men because of the war. I now see them as sad and lonely and probably lovely ladies and feel great sympathy for them. And the older ones it could even have been because of WW1. Some of them were probably looking after elderly parents, and the only way they could gain some power and respect and sense of self was to be martinets in their chosen profession.
At the end of the day some of them probably educated us very well as we would too scared to be anything but achieving. I know my French is as good as it is thanks to Miss Henderson who scared the living daylights out of us, and you just didn't make a mistake! And what horrid nick names we had for them: Louse, Spud, Holy Ghost. I am now cringing about how horrid this middle class, privileged little madam was with these poor women.