Jo wrote: do you remember mad Miss Screen (and her fox terrier Sarah?).
She used to pretend that sanitary towel supplies were rationed and that she had to be very careful in apportioning out the supply - to the extent that sometimes (look away guys, and anyone of a nervous disposition), you would have to go maybe two days without changing. She would pretend to be sympathetic and suggest that sprinkling talc on would make them "last" longer. She understood our plight, she said, but "I can't manufacture sanitary towels!"
I can't tell you the horror with which I read this, and duly choked over my breakfast tea -
I sort of remember Miss Screen - Sarah was a fox terrier? Generally on a lead?
She must have had a wartime shortages obsession. But hoarding the things in the 60's?
I don't remember we had a cycle recording notebook in 6's - only that "on or off swimming notebook" that so embarassed me. The Study recorded this after prayers in the morning. I don't remember dear old Pot taking any sort of interest in Menstruation!
Except! She had a sort of daft obsession that nobody should go upstairs during break. Therefore any girl doing a rapid necessary trip got an "Eee - eee - I see you! (Cough, splutter!) Eee - come doon here
art once! Why..." etc.
Reluctant explanation.
(I reckon we were quite lucky to have Pot. "You scrarch ma back, I'll scrarch yours" was her unappetising phrase to condone any minor rule infringement which she was anxious that DR should not discover.)
Caroline! Those incinerators! Do I also remember a bucket with brown paper bags for disposal? How revolting the whole procedure was. But making do for two days with powder! Appalling. And yet I bet you never thought to complain? We didn't.
Girls today are so lucky with modern products, aren't they? I was delighted to go on the Pill. Painfree and predictable!
Munch
"Baldrick, you wouldn't recognise a cunning plan if it painted itself purple, and danced naked on top of a harpsichord singing "Cunning plans are here again.""