The things that come to mind when I remember Godolphin, and Fawcett, are: September 1938 – Munich, no school but then digging trenches and us carrying sand bags for the first two weeks or so. As I recall, we never used those trenches when the war really came, but sat in the basement, at least once during 1939-40, in our dressing gowns. The Battle of Britain had not really got going, and I left in July 1940. Other things: “Mending” and “Mission work”, two evening events which I always actually enjoyed, because Eva read us such great books, thrillers, we couldn’t wait for the next instalment! And we did learn to use a sewing machine and make simple garments, a very useful skill which I still use on occasion to make curtains etc.: (Curtains not haute couture!). I also developed a taste for lentil puree for breakfast, with sausages. Very good. The food was pretty good, wasn’t it? But I really wasn’t crazy about boarding school, and couldn’t wait to leave, and get on with “real life”. That turned out to be the Army, medical school, internship in Canada where my brother was, then marriage and a few years in the North, on Janes Bay, back to Ottawa and private practice since 1960. One daughter doing a Ph.D. in neuropsychology and sleep medicine. Time to retire, but haven’t done it yet.