We remained on our best behaviour all day long.

Even at playtime and throughout lunch,

we didn’t play football or bulldog or tig with the other kids for fear of falling over and getting dirty.

I couldn’t help but pay particular attention to the girls and their uniforms.

If we did wear ours for school,

would we have knee socks or ankle socks?

Would we wear our own shoes or girl’s shoes?

Some of the girls wore a cardigan instead of a sweatshirt…

which would we have?

“Do you reckon we’ll have to dress like girls when we get home?” Peter asked.

“I hope not,” I replied. “I want to play out.”

“Me too.”