Streisand moments

Remember when you went to school and it was raining. Not drizzle but the long hard rains that marked our youths and that some of us prayed for so Saturday morning sport would be cancelled?

That you would then spend the day damp, your school shoes faithfully retaining that rainwater so your toes ached by recess. That smell of damp wool – from stockings, skirt, jumper and blazer – permeating every single classroom. That weird matted down hair from the dampness in the air and walking the last several hundred metres to school in the rain as the wind had busted your umbrella.

God I loved those days.