29th August

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29th August 1982

I made sure to wake up early, dress in neat clothes and comb my hair before I ventured downstairs just before breakfast.

Dad sat in his usual chair at the table, a copy of the Telegraph covering his face.

I cleared my throat; he lowered the newspaper and folded it beside him, “Good morning son, something to say?”

“Yes, I’ve decided that I won’t talk to Sherlock again.”

He nodded, “Good. That’s finally sorted out. We’re going out today- to get school uniforms for you and Harriet.”

So after breakfast we climbed into Dad’s Ford Escort and drove to the shops. Mum found us the basics- shirts, trousers (skirts and blouses for Harry of course), shoes and socks- in a cheaper shop. Then we went to the official school outfitters for blazers, jumpers, PE kits etc. We also got new pencil cases (and pens) and school bags.

It’s only now that I think about school and how nervous I actually am.

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