Once upon a time, in the far off land known as Primary School, I learnt a lesson that wasn’t part of the curriculum. It all started quite innocently, when I was doing my hair one morning. For some reason, I decided to put an extra hair tie in my pony tail. Then another. And another. I liked the way I seemed to be creating a tower based on my hair, so I kept going. It looked silly, but I loved it. Who knows what my mum thought; evidently, she wasn’t opposed to my going to school with my hair wobbling on top of my head, encased in a glorious, multi-coloured tube.
The trouble started once I got to school and sat down in my desk. Continue reading