New evacuees would arrive at the school during this time often with a WVS person. It was no good saying I had no room as this was always met with the reply You have to take him, there is a war on you know. She was right, I did have to take him. The next ten minutes would be spent taking his details, adding him to the admission book, adding him to a class register, and then trying to find somewhere in the class for him to sit. After this I would present him with his school books, and look for a boy from his new form to look after him.
At about 8.30 mums would often come into the school on their way to work and complain about the conduct of their son. This was because there was nobody that could punish the boy at home. The story was always the same.