10th April, 2009 - Ten Random Thoughts About Primary School #8

I remember footballs on the top of the flat roof. Countless footballs, of all shapes and sizes. Tens of them seemed to become stranded up there every day. I can remember the sinking feeling when the last available ball of the day got stuck up there, and you knew that the game was ended and its resumption rested on the capricious whim of the Jannie, a man who seemed to derive great pleasure from the power of confiscation.