Throughout the ordeal of school life in the 50’s, there was one exciting moment each week that helped, in some small way, to make the experience tolerable. It was my personal cloud with a silver lining.

The school-dinners, that I always remember as containing either smelly fish or thick brown gravy, left a lot to be desired. And as if that was not enough to contend with, I had to endure twenty minutes of enforced incarceration each day. This amusing childhood story tells how I survived the borefom of it.