Mrs Findlater

An old friend contacted me via Friends Reunited and said that she had a special reason for remembering me and still thinks fondly of the bold stance I took at infant’s school, over 40 years ago.

I was six year old, standing at Mrs Findlater’s desk in front of the class, wretchedly trying to add up a sum. I had a guess at the answer and was astonished when she turned in frustration and pushed me away, saying, “Oh, get out of my sight!” So I did.

I slipped out of the classroom and loitered around the corridors for a while. When I heard someone coming, I hid behind the huge wooden front door that had been wedged against the wall and quaked when she rushed past. I found out later that Mum was frantic and the police were called to the scene. The adventure ended when Mum and Mrs Findlater peered at me over the top of the toilet door. My report at the end of the term said “Linda is a particularly sweet and helful child, loved by everyone, and I shall miss her very much” – I’m sure Mrs Findlater meant helpful?