Whereas adults unexpectedly bumping into each other like that - twenty miles from home - would have made a little song and dance about the surprise meeting, Phoebe and Cora just got on with playing and running about as if it was just another day at nursery school. There were no expressions of surprise.
This past week both girls have been in educational limbo. No longer in nursery school and not yet in primary school. Sadly, they will attend different primary schools from tomorrow morning and no doubt contact will gradually be lost. Inevitably, they will even forget each other as new memories and new faces crowd into their little lives. Phoebe has another great pal called Elsie who will attend a third different school. It is her fifth birthday this very day. But their closeness will also evaporate.
And so to the weird thing they call "school". Years stretching out like fenceposts as far as the eye can see. Rules and stars and standing in line and "Yes miss!"/"No miss!" and school dinners and bells and uniforms and making friends and falling out and targets and levels and sums and books to write in and storytime and it's all like a train that you cannot get off as it rattles forward to place called The Future. School!
And as Phoebe's school train now prepares to leave the station of innocence, here's a very suitable poem by Roger McGough:-
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