Vorschule - Nursery School

It’s difficult to write about something you don’t really remember. The only pre-school memory I still fleetingly retain is going absolutely mental when my mum dropped me there for the first time. Onto concrete too. Ouch. No, I kid. Poorly. So being left behind. That’s the one. Oh, and pouring water into to the dry sand pit and getting a bollocking for it. It was their fault for putting the water activity thingy so close - what did they think was going to happen? It’s like putting the sugar next to the salt, cling-film dispensers in the boys toilets, or a Jewish state in the middle of the Muslim world: it‘s just facilitating the ability of humans to be massive pricks to each other. I’d love to develop this further, but work is a’calling, so thanks for reading 2009’s shortest entry! Unless I pad it out with useless sentences that go nowhere, but that would just waste both our