I was taught mainly by nuns and I am afraid to say, I was terrified of them all.
However, Mr Smith the Latin teacher (a male in an all girls school ? ) was an absolute gent and Borrheid and I share fond memories of him. I met him decades later and he still remembered me, lovely as ever.
He had a very heavy growth and was always rubbing his chin, we had a little verse:
Salve Francus Smithius,
Sitting rubbing your chinius.
We thought we were so amusing!
Talking throughout an exercise class
Where Is Greta Thunberg These Days?
Unbearable grief compounded by our adult children’s reactions
