All my children spent a wasted year in Mrs T’s class at infant school. She was notorious for always getting through the gate before the bell rang and for watching Wimbledon every year in her classroom.
She used to leave the children all afternoon drawing pictures then gather them up and drop them in the bin.
When one daughter caught whooping cough I happily kept her home for a month until term ended. She was an avid reader and had been told to read the same few books three times.
One little five year old was told he’d have to stay in school all night because he couldn’t spell cauliflower. He wet his bed for weeks in fear of her.
Luckily the other teachers were excellent.
Memory Lane: What food did you have as a child?
