The ever-rising Middle Classes

Maurice of Nassau, the inventor of volley fire

I passed my 11 plus exam and got into the local grammar school, Henrietta Barnett School. It was an all-girls school, we wore a spectacularly ugly uniform at first (gym tunics, look it up), followed by a spectacularly ugly and impractical uniform (a white jumper, really?) wished on us by the HBS Students’ Council, and then a compromise which was practical and fairly ok — navy blue skirt and jumper with a sort of rainbow at the neck.