Look here its no good said my Dad We were in the car on the way back to London My father with my brother Maurice in tow had just collected me and my trunk from the posh girls school I attended He had also just sat through Parents Day in the course of which I was presented with the Latin prize and the prize for the girl who had done best in her endofschool exams He had had a long conversation with my headteacher and now here we were bound for home and holidays