Bye Bye Old School

Just came back to the old place - you know the pink palace. Our first little school where we landed and all played happily together. Look, the tumbleweed is blowing about the yard and there are cobwebs already hanging from the ceiling. If Matron saw those.......Thought I'd scrawl
something on the wall, or in an exercise book, you know, a last time in this place. It's like a shell, I suppose, or one of those carapace things that you grow out of - if you are an insect teenager that is. Oh well, we had a lot of laughs here. A lot of parties. And it's sad to be leaving, but there we are. The trunks are all packed, the furniture shipped, just a few bins remain and a skip or two. Yes, there's a broken avatar - at least I think that's what it is.

The grass is growing round the old school now, on the playing fields where we had the fete and erected the marquee. And in this cupboard, yes - this is where we had an illicit still. Wow, we were wild in those days. There's a newspaper on the floor - April 21st 2007. So long ago now, so long ago. Back in the dead green duck days. Yes, and there's the naughty corner where headmistress used to put us when we said silly things or were rude, stamped our feet or ran off with the firemen. Well, who would stand there now? There's a hole in the roof, the water is dripping in....splish, splash. Perhaps that's why we all moved on.

So bye-bye old school. Close your eyes and you can still hear the laughter.