December 13, 2021 at 10:31 am #588405
Now there is a memory. I was what? seven? The female teacher, with a twinkle in her eye no doubt, had about six of us boys ‘volunteer’ to be fairies at the bottom of the garden. I think we were ‘picked’ and I was okay as it was safety in numbers. One lad didn’t have a sister so the teacher found a very nice dress for him. I, on the other hand, had sisters and a mum who was a dressmaker who took it seriously. I had a nice silky top with a net tutu, tights and ballet flats. A bit of makeup and I was the happiest fairy of them all.
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