Spring is nearly upon us but before we can freely frolic we must undergo a programme of re-socialisation. We are emerging from individual caves, like Japanese soldiers slowly realising the war is over. We stumble out into company, dazzled by the light, grunting and bewildered by napkins. My hair could do with a brush. The indomitable teacher would pace around the classroom depositing on each girl’s desk one of a variety of lumpen household objects, from toothbrush to clothes peg, as their

Source: The Times March 01, 2021 00:00 UTC