Boarding School

you took me down to Eastbourne boarding school to offer me a palliative to cure my dyslexia I lived for your letters until the teachers got it to a fine art " No news is good news" Each teacher telling they cured you one naturally took exception Latin and French lessons seemed to be a distraction I needed English Every pupil a curates egg their backgrounds so prosaic The cat with three legs and the whipping tails of the Heads Labradors' And preparing strawberries with the Dutch chef told me I missed my North London abode.