My first school was called St. Anne’s.  It was a preparatory school for children after kindergarten and up to the age of 11.  I don’t remember much about St. Anne’s but, according to my mother, I was always getting into trouble.   One day when my mother came to collect me, she was waylaid by one of the teachers who, quite indignantly, told Mum that I was the naughtiest child ever.  Apparently they had served salad for lunch which I detested then, and still do. Instead of eating it, I put it on my seat and then sat on it to hide my crime.  After agreeing with the teacher and promising to discipline me properly when she got me home, Mum got in the car and convulsed with laughter.