Our form teacher was a doctor, not a teacher, a medical doctor. And the one thing I remember about that term was that she started us – she started off by reading Enid Blyton to us. As if we had no idea, as if we were children again. I mean I’d been reading adult things for so long. I mean I know The Girl of Limberlost isn’t actually adult but it’s for teenagers. And so I went to the headmaster. It was the first time I’d ever stood up against authority. He got the teacher changed to a younger group and we got someone who had a university education.