Square Hole for a Square Peg

I was born in Oxford during the Second World War. We lived in a
suburb of Oxford where there were all large houses and mostly elderly
folks. We lived in a flat that was upstairs in my grandmother’s
house. Grandma was an invalid, and I was not to disturb her.
I started school at the local infants’ school, but I was always sick. So
my parents sent me as a day girl to a nearby boarding school. It was a
good start for me; I learned all about good speech, good grammar, and the
importance of keeping one’s arms in at mealtimes, etc. But we day girls
were always outsiders.

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