Boarding schools: not the answer

“I hope I never get used to the kind of artfully suppressed pain he faintly displayed as he told me of how he had had to leave home at eight because his family would not have been able to manage; that spooked, haunted look you catch right at the back of the eyes of so many ex-boarders which seems to simultaneously say ‘please give me a cuddle’ and ‘please don’t ever give me a cuddle'”

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I decided I was going to walk until I didn’t feel angry anymore and I made it as far as Ocean Terminal. I was seeking bright lights, loud music and ‘coffee and cake’ deals. This is annihilation for the respectable woman, self-destruction for the boring, broke and generally well-behaved. So I am sitting with my […]