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It stopped me from writing in my diary just the sort of thing that would have made then enjoyable reading now

Luckily after CH I went to Art College and anything goes in those places and no-one is interested in your diary as everyone is up to the same tricks there!

I was always terrified of the other boys finding my diary

Why?

huntertitus wrote:Lucky you

My diary was taken by my housemaster after he broke into my locker and yes there was the evidence that I did partake of a few well deserved snifters the Saturday before

He kindly read the evidence to me before administering the cane

Surely this would now breach one of these new European Laws ?

I was always in trouble, and spent 8 years in a state of high anxiety. but the baddest thing I did, in league with my (still) dear friend Deirdre Hobbs of Sevens, was to lead my House, Sixes, in a trail in and out of the trees lining the Square when we were supposed to march in a regimented way up to Dining Hall for Sunday lunch.

We were summoned by DR West. She was incandescentwith rage, and her chins wobbled alarmingly. She demanded that we hand back our Monitress Badges! Even worse, I was forced to admit that mine had mistakenly gone to the School Laundry some weeks previously.

Munch

J.R. wrote:

huntertitus wrote:Lucky you

My diary was taken by my housemaster after he broke into my locker and yes there was the evidence that I did partake of a few well deserved snifters the Saturday before

He kindly read the evidence to me before administering the cane

Surely this would now breach one of these new European Laws ?

And English laws like breaking and entering

In those days we had no rights and if one had tried to complain I am sure there would have been extra strokes of the cane

Richard Ruck wrote:Ah, I see!

The phrase "coming to dinner" usually implies slavish kitchen-type behaviour.

Which reminds me - friends coming round to

I COULD just go and buy some, I suppose, but I quite like taking myself off to the kitchen with some ingredients and a large drink.

Friends of my wife staying and local hunter arrived Saturday with annual offering so cooked it yesterday / today (wild boar takes a lot of preparation).

Very nice and tender - only problem was I cooked half the leg which was 3 times too much for 5 people and I still have the other half uncooked.
That's the risk you run when you come here!

http://www.hlasek.com/foto/sus_scrofa_4041.jpg

Maybe you should have cooked the one behind!
(in your photo attachment)

Angela Woodford wrote:I was always in trouble, and spent 8 years in a state of high anxiety. but the baddest thing I did, in league with my (still) dear friend Deirdre Hobbs of Sevens, was to lead my House, Sixes, in a trail in and out of the trees lining the Square when we were supposed to march in a regimented way up to Dining Hall for Sunday lunch.

We were summoned by DR West. She was incandescentwith rage, and her chins wobbled alarmingly. She demanded that we hand back our Monitress Badges! Even worse, I was forced to admit that mine had mistakenly gone to the School Laundry some weeks previously.

Munch

This DR person sounds like quite a character and the main reason why CH Hertford remained so Edwardian...

I think somewhere else Kerren has said she was scared of the Governors, even when she had been there 30 years.

From what Jude and Vonny have said Miss Tucker was just the same, or probably worse considering it was the 70's.

huntertitus wrote:Maybe you should have cooked the one behind!
(in your photo attachment)

I'm told that roasted behind is quite pleasant, though somewhat fatty !

Hmmm A nice piece of rump as Frankie Howerd might have said

Don't titter

Titter NOT!

huntertitus wrote:Maybe you should have cooked the one behind!
(in your photo attachment)

they are said to be better young (shut up, RK) but permission to hunt on my land depends on my satisfaction with the offering and a tiny bit behind won't work (I said "titter ye not" - well it wasn't me but pretend it was)

They took a 50kg boar one Sunday and the next Saturday took 5 smaller boar off the hill. Keeps them in meat for much of the year. There are also largeish (well, shoulder height) deer but they don't often get any.

Great Plum wrote:

Angela Woodford wrote:I was always in trouble, and spent 8 years in a state of high anxiety. but the baddest thing I did, in league with my (still) dear friend Deirdre Hobbs of Sevens, was to lead my House, Sixes, in a trail in and out of the trees lining the Square when we were supposed to march in a regimented way up to Dining Hall for Sunday lunch.

We were summoned by DR West. She was incandescentwith rage, and her chins wobbled alarmingly. She demanded that we hand back our Monitress Badges! Even worse, I was forced to admit that mine had mistakenly gone to the School Laundry some weeks previously.

Munch

This DR person sounds like quite a character and the main reason why CH Hertford remained so Edwardian...

Hello to The Great Plum

DR West! Yes, her mindset had atrophied some decades before. One of the more difficult aspects of our Hertford education was the division of each year at the L1V stage into A & B streams. Thanks to DR, this initial sorting categorised each girl for the next 7 years. As I spoke to her for the last time, she told me I "would make a good shopgirl". Advice, support, cultivation of individual skills, inspiration - not! Things must be so different now. Oh yes - I remember her St Paul obsession too!