The School Nativity Play

Alex and I have been away for a couple of days visiting our eldest daughter and family.
They have two young children and we were treated to a visit to the school nativity play.
Although I got a good education I didn't particularly like school and left at 16. So my views on school are probably a bit biased. Anyway this private school is most definitely posh and has plenty of opportunities for young children including fencing, ballet and every other conceivable pastime. This is just as well as the young lad is pretty well a genius (no I don't know where he gets it from).

Anyway Alex and I turned up in the rain and wandered about trying to find the theatre amongst the various buildings.  I eventually found a teacher who appeared to me to be about 12 and asked him directions. He was somewhat condescending and looked down his nose at me, (okay well actually he had to look up at me), probably because I don't have a plum in my mouth. Well suffice to say that situation didn't last long and he ended up escorting us to the right premises with an apology.

The nativity play was actually great and we had a good time. The one thing that stuck in my mind though was that the school uniform was from another century and possibly a parallel dimension. It was very Tom Browns School Days. Where was Flashman?

The uniform consisted of loud striped jacket and cap with green jumper and enormous grey shorts. To be honest I think that this is cruelty of the highest order and I was tempted to ring childline to report it.