[MargaretR]

At primary school I recall learning to count using shells - lovely shiny brown, cream and white coloured shells shaped like snail shells. They were precious - I longed to have one but they were always counted when handed back, so I never tried to take one.

At secondary school I hated games too. Playing hockey in a gale, wearing only a blouse and knickers, wasn't my idea of healthy fum. I always managed to wangle my way to be goalie for the best side so I could spend the time sheltering behind the goalpost.