…Because it was the last swimming lesson in the school year we had the inflatables in the pool.
There was a scrap in the boy’s changing room.
Luckily I was not involved…
I’m being disingenuous here, for there was no luck involved.
I actively made it my business to not to go anywhere near the scrap, and not just because I was a wimp.
I suspected there would be consequences… as indeed there were the following day.
It’s like Grange Hill. Did someone die?