The day I was sent to boarding school was easily the worst day of my life so far, aged eight and thrown in to the upper class mosh pit that was to be home, my new life ...my new world for the next few years to come.
Don’t be fooled by the posh kids or uniform..including the archaic crimson colored cloaks we were forced to wear whenever we had to make the walk up from the Dower house to the main ‘Red House’ part of the school ..heavy, felt material so if it was...