Take one small prison yard, 600 pupils and 10 centimetres of snow, and what do you get?
Yesterday R came home from school, his cheeks flushed, his eyes bright with past glories and an irrepressable small smile on his face:
"School was AWESOME..." (I hate this word but I report it as it was told).
"...There was the greatest ever snowball fight. They put up barriers and sprayed the area with salt and water and said we could not go there...the barriers were all smashed, Everyone went everywhere..."
I said: "What about the people who did not want to join in a snowball fight?"
"They all huddled together under a small shelter so they were an easy target. Even the headmistress got one in the face (wheezes with laughter). In the end they had to spray everything with salt and water..."
He lies back on the sofa, licks his lips, closes his eyes and grins in post-vent ecstacy.
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