I do think that it is a pity that the present generation at Godolphin have not heard of Fawcett. I remember it well. Life was uncomplicated and fairly basic. Coming from a modern home in the country I am not likely to forget the clanking enamelled jugs in which we fetched hot water; wash stands, tooth water which froze occasionally and awful lumpy mattresses. I wonder if they still say grace before all meals? A prefect surprised at finding herself the most senior once said “For what we are about to receive, the Lord thank us.” Food was very important, at weekends we toasted endless slices of bread, trying to make the butter and margarine last out. I felt afterwards that life must have been very well organised. There was always plenty of time for homework and reading, plenty of competitive games, runs on slippery chalk paths, very good picnics and expeditions into wonderful countryside. Polly excelled at that. We went nearly everywhere on foot, occasionally starting off by bus and my own children envy us the freedom we had to walk or track each other in small groups both at school and in Sussex. I wonder whether the girls have Sunday reading now; it was always a very pleasant occupation. Polly was a very good reader. I think we survived because it was the norm, and we certainly didn’t argue or question as the next generation did.