I met the headmaster of Charlton park school yesterday. I was a bit intimidated at first, but he quickly put me at ease, telling me of his young sons and exercise regime. Nice fellow – I’m not sure why I was so worried. He mentioned a bit of the school’s history. I got the impression that it was quite long and varied, dating back to the nineteenth century. I’ll have to look into that.

I’m also getting a flavour for local history, too: the other day, John, a friend from round the corner, mentioned that a church once stood nearby, and our house is built on a graveyard. He also said they used to hang people somewhere near here. He told us this on the way home from the pub, which meant it slightly freaked me out. Anyway, I’ll have to look into it later, for I have school soon.