In Praise of Older Women
Towards the end of my last but one year at school a new boy joined our class. He had been at boarding school but his father had died a year or so earlier and his mother wanted him nearer home so he could stay with her.It’s always difficult coming into a new school and more so when everyone else already have long established friends or groups. However as my father had also died a couple of years earlier the headmaster asked me to “take him under my wing” on the basis we’d have this experience in...