Friday, 24 February 2017

conversation between Roger Fairie and his wife Bruce.

A synopsis of a conversation between Roger Fairie and his wife Bruce.
The madness gripping the Western Word in the 21st Century.

At party time in pass-the-parcel there are to be a surprise present in every layer so as not to psychologically scar the little darlings. In foot races there are no winners and no losers.

Pubescent children in their early years at school are now taught about adult sexual perversions, same sex relationships and how to pleasure themselves AND their little friend sitting next to them, male or female if so desired. I can only assume this is in preparation for the future when on reaching age 10 they might be approached by Eastern sexual groomers.

The psychological scarring in actual fact is being done by the teachers in many cases unwittingly ordering the wearing of safety goggles when playing conkers or avoiding swimming backstroke in the swimming pool for fear of killing or at least maiming another swimmer.

It gets better. In one suggested activity, pupils act out every-day actions, such as changing a light bulb while demonstrating a feeling they have chosen whilst undertaking this activity. Their class mates must then guess what feeling that is…I kid you not.

The madness put out by the EU where Britain is likely to adopt a ruling from the European Court of Human rights which says that trans-sexuals must be allowed to take part in sporting events under their new gender, even if they have not yet had genital reassignment surgery or sexual butchery (my words).. Opponents of the ruling have argued that this would give male-to-female trans-Sexuals an unfair advantage.

By the same token and to take this one step further. Perhaps if I identify as a Greyhound I can demand to take part in Greyhound races. I wish that was the extent of it, but no.

Kim Munro is a child-minder in the village of Whiteparish, near Salisbury – an area where ethnic minorities are extremely thin on the ground. She was visited by an Ofsted inspector who took her to task because among the dolls she used for her charges to play with there were insufficient black and brown ones. This, apparently, was indicative of ‘racism’……. Obviously.

This is an interesting one. The story of the Three Little Pigs and their escape from the Big Bad Wolf has been removed from classrooms at an infant's school for fear that it will offend Moslem pupils. I have yet to establish if there are any copies of the Koran in the school library that might offend Christian children or their parents.

And all other children's stories involving pigs, including Babe, have also been cleared off the shelves at Park Road School, Batley. West Yorkshire.

The headmistress, Mrs Barbara Harris, has defended her decision saying that she was aware of the 'religious sensitivities' of her pupils, 60 % of whom are Moslems. (April 2003) what the hell is that percentage now?

Also in 2003 this gem; a Kid's Book called 'Hello Sailor' has been going on sale for Valentine's Day telling about the 'powerful relationship’ between a lighthouse keeper and his seaman pal.

Kate Wilson of Macmillan publishers said: "It's a book you might decide to share with a child to show relationships between men are OK." Well Kate it depends a lot on just what those “powerful relationships” are.

Who is Kate Wilson? Was she the one wearing a neat 3 piece suit and tie topped off with cropped hair who won the EU diversity medal for 2003?

So I must assume that these ‘relationships’ between women are OK also well. Many years ago the expression ‘queer relationships’ springs to mind, what has changed, not much other than these relationship are now gay relationships. It is all in the wording

Wanted Lesbian, Gay, Bi-Sexual. Trans-gendered (LGBT) Community Liaison Officer. Salary £17,412 - £19,056 (plus shift and weekend allowances). Apply to Sussex Police, Brighton Police Station, John Street, Brighton BN2 0LA.rainbow people… Straight people need not apply.…. I can fully understand the requirement for specialist of this nature particularly in Brighton rather than say Knightsbridge or Chelsea……… Beam me up Spotty

Monday, 13 February 2017

Find at the Rickmansworth Roman Ruins

Exciting Find at the Rickmansworth Roman Ruins

It was the morning Sunday church service at the Rickmansworth Young Ladies College and through the open stained glass windows the girl’s voices rang out like an angel choir and were carried high on the gentle zephyrs which blew across the vast playing fields. It was John Hughes Hymn “Guide me Oh thou great Redeemer”

Guide me, O thou great Redeemer,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven, bread of heaven
Feed me till I want no more

Tamzin Lacy was not present at this feast of choral music; I assumed she had been placed on detention again. Until I was brought up to speed I was not sure if it was because of the continuing vendetta with Miss Pringle or a general issue of the bad blood that existed between them that Phaedra had spoken about. As it turned out I had misjudged both Tamzin and Miss.Pringle her absence was explained as she was called to the front office to receive the news her parents had turned up unexpectedly to inform her that her father was about to leave on an immediate Government overseas posting.

So I will relate the story about a metal plate covered in mysterious Chinese symbols that was recently discovered in a field near Sparrows Nest close to the famous Roman ruins at Chenies during a dig behind the Red Lion Pub discovered by the gardener’s son, Raymond.

Incidentally it was Phaedra that reckoned Raymond had the hots for Tamzin.

Anyway initially the plate was thought to be from the first Ming Dynasty which would have put it at around 700 years old. I think they were Mongols; not that it makes any difference but I have to question what were the Ming people doing near Rickmansworth anyway.

The plate was dispatched to London to the Tate people for evaluation. It was discovered it was not actually from the Ming Dynasty at all but one of 15 million or so made for the European market by a Chinese company as a baking dish and heavily marketed on EBay.

This find triggered a lot of interest by the girls speculating that the painting that hung in the library of a Chinese Girl was a lost Rembrandt. Miss Sefton googled the painting and found it was one of millions of mass produced prints referred to as the ‘Green Lady’ a picture as kitsch as three flying ducks that graced the living room walls of people in the West with copies still appearing from Nigeria and India.

Google informs us the original painting sold for 1.5 Million pounds, even today a fair copy could fetch as much as 2 pound 50 pee, or even more.

I heard some terribly exciting news late this afternoon, Mr Crisis the Science teacher was back on staff. Patience said she overhead Miss. Sefton say to Miss. Pringle “He may well have come from the Constellation of Epsilon Boötes but he was good at his job and therefore I see no reason why I should not re-employ him”. This was a bad omen for stuck up Madeline Carter-Brown as the girls used to enjoy watching Mr. Crisis hypnotising Madeline during the Science lesson into believing she was a chicken.

Her fears were unfounded as Miss Sefton had since forbid Mr. Crisis to hypnotise ‘ANY’ of the girls during the science class. Rhonda had the presence of mind to keep well away from him after the last debacle of being accidentally taken to Bootis and needless to say Rhonda’s mother also had a word or two to say to Mr. Crisis about the matter. Nevertheless it was fortuitous that Mr. Crisis did return.

We had four houses, Boadicea, Nightingale, Victoria and Pankhurst and although we were a comparatively small college what we lacked in student numbers was made up by the fees the governors charged our parents. The money channeled into my education would have bought a small African country or at least the Isle of Wight.

In our dorm Boadicea, there were 20 beds, 10 girls each side. My bed was placed between Patience and Rhonda’s. After lights out we used to whisper to each other about things that only boarders would understand. I always thought Rhonda’s imagination could be termed wild and somewhat disturbing.

Before the German warship story she told me she has seen ghosts. She recounted at length of seeing a legion of Roman soldiers walk through the Concert Hall wall, across the corridor and through the Science room wall. She said they looked dirty, tired and generally fed up as if they just wanted to get home and have a bath. I don’t know if she was trying to frighten me, but if she was it was working.

The truth of Rhonda’s imaginations took a frightening turn a few weeks later. It was the night after the yearly prize giving and Rhonda and I were detailed to tidy up the concert hall. We were to put the chairs back in their positions, push the piano to its normal position and pick up any pieces of paper lying around.

We left the concert hall around 9 pm and were walking along the corridor between the concert hall and the class rooms when Rhonda who was ahead of me turned round and went instantly white. She pointed her finger over my shoulder and said “My God, they’re here” I turned to see an apparition of a number of Roman Legionaries with shields and spears appearing through the concert hall wall, marching straight cross the corridor and into the science room wall. They looked tired, dirty, unkempt, and without expression. There were no sounds

I clutched at Rhonda’s arm. “I’m scared”

Rhonda said “don’t be, they won’t hurt us, they are just ghosts”

I had a lot of respect for Rhonda after that night. I also took her fantasies a lot more seriously too. I suggested that we keep this ghostly sighting to ourselves, we don’t want any teasing by the other girls, and the doctor might put us both on some sort of medication followed by a course of intensive counselling. Rhonda instantly understood.

I had a change of heart the following morning; I couldn’t stop thinking about the poor Roman soldiers that couldn’t get home so I suggested to Rhonda we tell Mr. Crisis, he was a man of science he would have an answer. If we told Miss Pringle or Miss Sefton no doubt they would say it’s a result of a rush of pubescent estrogen or something just as silly.

“In the lunch hour let’s talk to Mr. Crisis he usually sits on the bench in the quadrangle doing the Times crossword.” I suggested.

The following day as we approached Mr. Crisis we were a little apprehensive as to who was going to broach the subject, for as far as he was concerned there were no reports of girls with psychological problems. I was still in awe of Rhonda’s bravery on the ‘night of the Romans’ that I said I would ask him.

I recounted everything that happened that evening. Mr. Crisis listened without interrupting and just nodded. He waited until I had finished, paused then said, “look come and see me after the holidays, they won’t be going anywhere they will still b
e here after the holiday break, I promise you I will get them home”.

But that is another story.

Friday, 10 February 2017

TAXI, No thank you I will Walk.

Taxi, No Thank You I will walk.

Prior the WW2 Great Britain had an Empire that spanned the globe. It boasted a huge manufacturing industry. It built and exported cars, motor bikes, ships and railway rolling stock to the world. Its homogenous population was by and large law abiding. This all ceased almost immediately after WW2. The British people were told they we about to experience a rich cornucopia, no a dizzy Kaleidoscope of peoples of primitive and differing cultures from all over the world that had been invited to join them to help enrich their own culture. But it was not as simple as that. It was when the stability of Western society changed.

Simply the purpose was to destroy the decade long European cultural homogeneity. Bear in mind Nationalism and National Identity is exactly the same thing. The American victors presiding over the Nurnberg trials decided this had been the cause of most of the European wars for centuries, They also realised these changes in the European topography should have been put into place immediately after cessation of hostilities of WW1, this mistake was not going to be made twice and the ‘Union of European Peoples’ was going to be the foundation of the birth of this ‘New Order’.

All the changes we have seen in Europe have been solely to destroy National Identity and establish a ‘Singular Europe’, without borders, with a singular currency, free movement of all people throughout Europe and the UK. Taking control of the currency was crucial. At the same time we saw the birth of many racial sub groups.

It is inevitable Multiculturism leads to social fragmentation, and this was the designed purpose. We experienced a new phenomenon called White Flight; perhaps ‘Fright’ is the word that escaped me. A French person would prefer to live with his own people rather live in or near a Sudanese enclave, An Englishman would prefer his neighbour to be of his own kind rather than live in a recognized Moslem designated area. It is understandable that Christian people would prefer to hear the sound of church bells rather than the wailing of the Iman from one of the multitude of Mosques. We now see violence between races, something never experienced prior to WW2 due to the multitudes of cultures (Multi-Culture).

It was the difference in cultures that started another phenomenon called ‘Escape to the Country’ when those who could afford to retreated from the violence of the cities and towns and the rapidly changing demographics to the less cultural enriched areas, but it was not going to be long before the wealthy swarthy Enrichers joined them to also avoid the violence. The authorities would rather you not see this particular crime tabulated like this as it really illustrates the big picture. Let us not forget this enrichment has been brought here on the backs of Multiculturism like FGM, Sharia law and multiple marriages.

Let us just look at rape. Rape has always been with us but Never on this scale. More importantly please understand why this is happening; it is NOT by accident it is by design. We are looking at only one type of crime here, Rape in Taxi Cabs which here in the UK it is monopolized by the cultural enrichers.

STARTS. BBC radio host Sam Mason, a single mother, was fired after she called a taxi company and requested a “non-Asian” driver to take her 14-year-old daughter to her grandparents’ home; preferably a female driver. ..
The operator refused, and said, “We would class that as being racist.” Mason responded, “It’s not your 14-year-old girl.”

A BBC spokesman said, “[Mason's] comments were completely unacceptable…she will no longer be working for the BBC.”

On the news 25/2/2017 It was announced Brisbane and the Gold Coast, Australia  is about to allow a new drive sharing scheme like Uber but with only Woman drivers  for Woman and Children passengers….So far 600 drivers have joined to scheme which they intend to make Country-wide the first in the world . Does the BBC find this behaviour Racist?

Great Britain is in the throes of a rape and paedophilia epidemic unlike anything the country has experienced in living memory.

Many of the sex crimes are being perpetrated by Muslim child grooming gangs responsible for drugging, raping and torturing hundreds and possibly thousands of British girls. Here we refer to the Rotherham rape of English children.

But another wave of sex crimes involves predatory Muslim taxi drivers who are raping female passengers. The number of so-called taxi rapes is snowballing to such an extent that a British judge has issued a warning that no woman can expect to be safe while travelling in a cab.

Reliable statistics on taxi rapes nationwide are difficult to obtain, and Freedom of Information requests seeking accurate data on cab-related sexual assaults are routinely denied.

However, a much acclaimed report produced by the London Metropolitan Police Service estimates that on average there are a total of 1,125 sexual assaults, including rapes, each year involving taxi drivers in just London; this works out to approximately 22 sexual assaults against women by taxi drivers each week in England’s capital city alone.

Moreover, according to a report entitled, “Ending Violence against Women and Girls in the UK,” published by the Home Office in
March 2013, only around one in ten women who experience serious sexual assault report it to the police. 

As a result, one can infer that the actual number of taxi rapes across Britain as a whole is far greater than many are willing to admit.

Apart from a few high-profile cases, taxi rapes are rarely reported by national newspapers in Britain, apparently because the politically incorrect crimes are not deemed to be newsworthy.

But a survey of stories buried deep inside local newspapers shows that taxi rapes are occurring in all parts of England, Wales and Scotland on an almost daily basis.

In a recent case in London that was reported by national newspapers, Mohamed Hacene-Chaouch, 46, was sentenced to seven years in prison for raping a 24-year-old female passenger in his unlicensed taxi.

— an Algerian married father of five — assaulted the woman after she got lost in Soho, central London. The woman, who had been celebrating a friend’s birthday and had become inebriated, told the jury that the last thing she remembered was being in the back of a car and being taken to an ATM machine.

She said she drifted in and out of consciousness but woke up inside the car in front of her east London home to find Hacene-Chaouch raping her. Although Hacene-Chaouch denied the allegations, the crime was filmed by CCTV cameras.

Also In nearby Windsor, Anshul Sharma, 23, was charged with raping a 19-year-old woman who mistook his car for a legitimate taxi. She had been searching for a cab in the early hours of the morning when she was approached by Sharma, who claimed he was driving a licensed taxi. After she was in the car, he drove her to a remote location where he raped her.

In Blackburn on July 9, Talib Hussain, 62, was charged with sexually assaulting a 16-year-old girl, a passenger in his taxi.

In Blackpool on July 8, Turkish-born Fatih Top, 38, was charged with raping an 18-year-old woman who was a passenger in his cab.

In Shrewsbury on July 6, Ahmet Baser, 34, was sentenced to seven-and-a-half years in prison for raping an underage girl in his taxi. The victim and her friend were picked up by Baser's taxi outside a downtown night spot. After dropping off her friend, Baser went on to drive his victim into the remote countryside, where he raped her before taking her home.

In Nottingham on June 12, police said they were looking for an "Asian" taxi driver who sexually assaulted a 19-year-old passenger in his cab.

In Berkshire on May 21, Arshad Arif, 28, appeared at the Reading Crown Court on charges of driving a 17-year-old passenger in his cab to a remote park some 25 miles from her home and raping her twice. Arif was identified after it emerged he had earlier allowed the schoolgirl to use his phone, with her father noting down the number.

In Oldham on May 16, Tamur Yaqub, 32, was sentenced to eight years in prison after being convicted of attempting to rape a 15-year-old girl in the back of his car. The jury heard that Yaqub -- a married father of six -- had dragged the girl into his private-hire taxi after spotting her walking home. Judge Jeffrey Lewis of the Manchester Crown Court said: "You used considerable force against a girl who was no match for you. You subjected her to degradation and you have shown not the slightest remorse."

In Hemel Hempstead on May 7, Mashain Pitchei, 45, was sentenced to four years in prison for raping a 20-year-old female passenger. Pitchei, who pretended to be a taxi driver, was parked in the downtown Marlowes district when he offered a lift to the victim, who had been on a night out with friends. Believing it was a licensed taxi, she got into the vehicle and he drove off. Pitchei then pulled over in a suburb where he raped her.

In Heaton on April 11, Mohammed Akram, 35, pled guilty to sexually assaulting a woman in his taxi. After the woman entered the vehicle, Akram -- a married father of four -- drove to a remote location, where he attacked her.

In Peterborough on February 20, Mohammed Umar Anwar, 31, lost an appeal against the City Council's decision to revoke his taxi license after he admitted to police that he got a 15-year-old female passenger to perform a sex act on him when she had no money to pay the fare.

In Manchester on February 18, Elhadi Sakhri, 42, was sentenced to seven years and ten months for two counts of raping men who were passengers in his taxi. Sakhri -- who was granted asylum in Britain after complaining he faced persecution in Algeria because he was bisexual -- forced once of his victims up against a wall and raped him. He dragged the other victim by his arms down an alleyway where he raped him.

In London on February 6, police said they were looking for an "Asian" man accused of sexually assaulting three women in the Canning Town district.

In Leeds on January 9, Mohammed Shahin, 28, was sentenced to seven years in prison for raping a 20-year-old passenger who fell asleep in his taxi as he drove her home. A jury at the Nottingham Crown Court heard that from the moment the woman got in, Shahin switched off the GPS tracking system that monitored his vehicle's movements, suggesting he had a sinister motive from the outset. When she woke up, she found that Shahin had parked in a remote street in an unknown location. He then climbed into the back of the car and raped her before dropping her off near her home. The judge ordered that Shahin, after serving his sentence, be deported to his home country of Bangladesh

In Accrington, Mohammed Ishaq, 38, was accused of raping a 35-year-old female passenger after taking her home.

Also in Accrington, Mohammed Baig, 45, was accused of sexually assaulting an 18-year-old passenger. After dropping her off at her home, Baig left the victim with the words, "I'll look for you. I'll come and find you."

In Billingham, Khalile Maqsood, 31, was sentenced to eight-and-a-half years in prison for abducting and raping a 20-year-old female passenger at knifepoint. Maqsood -- a married father of four -- offered the victim a lift. But when she got into the taxi he took a series of wrong turns, then stopped in a deserted parking garage and turned off the engine.

Maqsood told jurors that the victim had led him on and had been "really up for it." He added: "I'm only human at the end of the day. She'd come on to me. I made a mistake. I just gave in to temptation. She led me on. She consented to it. That's what she wanted."

The cab driver -- whose wife was pregnant with their fourth child when he committed the offense -- was expressionless as he was led from the dock. Judge Rodney Jameson of the Newcastle Crown Court said Maqsood had shown little understanding of, and no remorse for, what he had done.

In East Sussex, Abul Malik, 29, was jailed for seven years after being found guilty of raping a 19-year-old female passenger when she could not pay for her £6.80 ($10) fare home.

In Edinburgh, Ibrahim Selman fled Scotland after raping a woman and assaulting several others while working as a taxi driver. Selman, who was in the UK as an illegal immigrant, went on the run to the Sudan days after holding a female passenger hostage, repeatedly raping her and leaving her for dead in the street.

In Hull, Masoud Rahimi, 37, was convicted of sexually assaulting a 20-year-old female passenger. The Iranian-born Rahimi denied it was him until the CCTV footage was shown to him, with the girl fleeing from his car as he was filling up the tank with gasoline.

In London, Salam Rahman, 27, and Mohammed Elahi, 26, were jailed for nine years for gang-raping two female passengers, one of whom was a 26-year-old newlywed.

In Clapham, south London, Atiq Rehman, 20, tricked a 22-year-old woman into thinking he was a legitimate taxi driver. Rehman, an illegal immigrant from Pakistan who was twice refused asylum in Britain, raped the woman for 45 minutes while asking her how many children she wanted to have

Also in London, Assadullah Razaq, 31, was sentenced to eight years in jail for raping a 28-year-old female passenger. The defense attorney said that Razaq, an Afghan refugee and a married father of three, admitted to having sex with the woman, but maintained it was not rape. His attorney said Razaq came to Britain after being tortured by the Taliban, and that something had affected his mental state.

At King's Cross in central London, police said they were looking for a Turkish cab driver who raped an 18-year-old passenger after driving her to a remote location. After the attack, he took her to Gloucester Place in Westminster where he pushed her from his vehicle and left her lying in a gutter.

In Manchester, Shahjahan Islam was sentenced to nine years in prison for sexually assaulting a 27-year-old female passenger. The victim had been out with friends when she decided to go home and got into a taxi driven by Islam. She gave Islam her address, he programmed it into his GPS and departed. After several minutes the woman realized they were going the wrong way. Eventually he stopped the car, climbed into the passenger seat and tried to rape her. DNA recovered from the woman led officers to identify Islam as the suspect.

In Newport, South Wales, Asif Iqbal, was sentenced to 12 years in prison for raping two female passengers on late-night rides home. Iqbal's wife was also jailed for six months after admitting to perverting the course of justice by offering money to one of the victims to withdraw her complaint. Police fear many more women may have been attacked by Iqbal, who targeted women outside pubs and nightclubs in the hope they would be drunk.

In Portsmouth, Muhammed Hasan, 35, was accused of locking a 19-year-old woman with learning disabilities into his cab and sexually assaulting her.

In St. Helens, Mazish Muzaffar, 43, was charged with assaulting a female passenger in his taxi.

In Sheffield, Zahoor Mahmood, 40, was jailed for eight years for sexually assaulting two female passengers. Instead of taking his first victim to her home, he locked her in his cab for more than two hours, got into the back with her and tried to get her to snort cocaine to get her "in the mood."

Three weeks later, Mahmood -- a married father of four -- spotted a 17-year-old girl walking home after a night out. He offered to take her home for free when she said she had no money for the fare, but then locked her in his cab for an hour, tried to get her to snort cocaine and then molested her. Before the attacks, Mahmood, who has been driving taxis in Sheffield for more than 15 years, had twice been stripped of his license after being convicted of drug offenses, but twice won appeals that allowed him to continue working.

In Teesside, Pakistani-born Liaqat Ali, 42, was sentenced to seven years in prison for raping a 16-year-old passenger as she dozed off drunk in his taxi. Ali -- a married father of four -- stopped for the girl in Middlesbrough and drove her to a secluded spot, where he attacked her. Ali admitted to picking the victim up but denied anything had happened. Once results of DNA evidence were obtained, he admitted to having lied.

Hurray for Multiculture.

Thursday, 2 February 2017

Magical summer days at Rickmansworth Young Ladies College.

Magical Summer Days at Rickmansworth Young Ladies College.

Rickmansworth Young Ladies College boasted a fine choir; in its large manicured grounds stood its own small church the organ gifted to the church in the 16th century by Sir Richard De Chauncey. The girl’s voices echoed around the high vaulted stone ceilings as they sang the school hymn the only hymn John Bunyan was credited in writing sung to the Monks Gate melody “He who would valiant be”.

It was not the same words that Tamzin was singing though and the day was nigh when Tamzin was going to find herself in a heap of trouble if she persisted in her behaviour. I must admit her words did follow closely to the original words though. Tamzin’s version follows.

She who would valiant be ’gainst all disaster,
Let ‘er in constancy follow the Master.
There’s no discouragement shall make ‘er once relent
‘er first avowed intent to be a pill grin.

Singing the last line of the hymn terribly off- key she sang “she’ll labour night and day to be a pill grin” her intent could be mistaken of just awful singing.

Tamzin said she was particularly tickled about the bit about Giants, Hobgoblins and foul fiends. Be that as it may no doubt it was why she was never picked to join the choir.

It was midsummer and we were in bed by 10 pm. The sun’s rays managed to find the gaps behind the curtains and reflected the sunshine off the ceiling making it difficult to sleep.

Rhonda could not contain herself any longer.

‘Did you hear about some idiot tying Helium party balloons around the necks of the swans in the village pond?’

‘No Rhonda and I don’t care I am trying to go to sleep’ whispered Patience.

‘Well you should care, how are the swans going to feed off the bottom?’

I realized this was not going to be an early night.

‘Well can’t someone remove the balloons?’ I suggested,

‘Well no, because they run away as soon as you approach them’ replied Rhonda.

’Well why not tranquilithe them firtht?’ Elspeth had decided to join the conversation.

‘What with Elspeth?’ questioned Rhonda,

I could see what was going on here. Rhonda was determined to keep this conversation going as long as possible.

‘Tranquilither Gunth’ said Elspeth.

‘What thort of Gunth Elspeth?’ I asked.

‘Bridgette will you thop it’ said Patience irritably.

‘No, I am really interested’ I lied.

A scuffling in the ceiling interrupted Rhonda’s delaying tactics, ‘Hang on what was that?’

There was silence as the girls strained to hear the noises.

‘Perhaps it is the ghosts’ said Rhonda.

‘Shush, listen’ whispered Patience.

There was definitely something moving about in the ceiling.

Rhonda’s summation sounded reasonable ‘Doesn’t sound like Ghosts to me, there again has it not been proved beyond all reasonable doubt that ghosts do not make noises, I mean I have not read of any study done on this subject have you?

Rhonda was not going to leave this subject alone or allow us to get to sleep.

‘Rhonda I am not listening to you anymore’ whispered Patience.

I think Rhonda understood and that was the end of the matter.

‘Get your colloquial French notes out’ ordered Miss Pringle, ‘Oh I should alert you Marmalade has gone missing’

Marmalade was the terribly spoilt school cat. He spent most of his days luxuriating on the couch in the bay window in reception, in the winter he could be found underneath the warm radiator on a cat bed in the office. Rhonda reckoned he was as old as Miss Sefton, possibly older.

Miss Pringle continued ‘I have sent Briggs to look for him, so girls keep an eye out for him as you know he does not as a rule go wandering that is why we are worried about him’.

The last time Marmalade’s general well-being had been brought into question was when Miss Pringle warned the girls that Marmalade did not like Liquorice allsorts, Chocolate or saucers of Sherbet as part of his regular diet; she said it makes his hair fall out. Rhonda disputed this, not directly to Miss Pringle of course but to anyone who would be silly enough to listen to one of her impromptu and riveting lectures during lunch time.

‘Miss, I think Marmalade is in our dormitory ceiling’

Here we go; it is Rhonda going off half-cocked again but as Rhonda previously pointed out ghosts don’t make noises, well not real ghosts maybe someone masquerading as a ghost might. Rhonda was an attention seeker and I hoped when she put her hand up she had a little more than unsubstantiated suspicions on the whereabouts of Marmalade.

‘What reason have you got for saying that Rhonda? Miss Pringle asked.

‘Well we heard noises coming from our ceiling last night’

‘Right I will alert Briggs, thank you Rhonda, right colloquial French textbooks out girls’.

In my best French translation I inquired of Miss Pringle about my Aunts pen that she lost in the garden and the time of the next train to Marseille, the location of the nearest Police station and could I be directed to the Ritz Hotel where I ordered two Café sans Lait and a Mille-Feuille,

Rhonda meanwhile ordered the À la carte menu not too well done, avec chips et sprouts. Miss Pringle’s eyes glazed over as she shook her head, no doubt wondering if her years of teaching had been a complete waste of time. I averted my eyes to my desk and blushed crimson. We were released into the warm embrace of the late afternoon sun.

As we headed for the playing fields we passed reception when we caught sight of Marmalade in Brigg’s arms, covered in dust with his head covered in cobwebs like a bride’s veil.

As I approached reception to check my mail I saw a group of Gypsies being attended to by one of the office staff. I learnt that they had found young Jane Campbell wandering in Peckham Woods. It seems the class had stopped for a comfort stop and later moved on leaving Jane behind a tree. On trying to catch up she had taken the wrong path and got lost and was found by the Gypsies, which accounted for their presence in reception.

When I was recounting this event Rhonda inquired if they were selling pegs or did they want to purchase Jane because if they did they would need an awful lot of money seeing who her parents were, or were they just seeking compensation for finding the lost student? Fortunately at this point the school bell sounded which gave me the excuse to dash off.

All boarders were expected to return home during the summer school break. Those remaining being the gardeners, who tended the large gardens, mowed the huge playing fields with a maintenance supervisor and a couple of his men.

The morning of the summer holiday break had arrived, the scent of rhododendrons hung heavily in the air as did the smell of freshly mown lawns. The concourse in front of the building was full of animated students with parents inquiring of the teachers of the academic progress of their offspring while their young irreverently climbed the statue of Lord Horatio Grantham joining him on his horse. It resembled Victoria Coach Station, but it was expensive cars rather than buses that lined the manicured drive to the Gatehouse. 

They were sheer magical summer days at Rickmansworth Young Ladies College.