Whitley (one of the head teachers) went mad about our uniforms.
We must wear nylon checked shirts (we had leaned to wearing white cotton cheesecloth shirts) and tights
Temp is 85 degrees in the shade... (ahh the summer of '77 a heat wave)
Had a lot of homework
The Germans are over on an exchange
Have loved watching what I could of this Wimbledon fortnight ... and particularly enjoyed this afternoons men's final... nail biting stuff that had me wanting both to win, they were so evenly matched ... but well done Federer I was cheering you on.
I took these photos from the comfort of my Mums front room... aren't wide screen TVs fabulous lol
In 1977 I went to Wimbledon with school (23rd June)... the one and only time I had been . We spent 12 hours on a coach and I remember it being a soaring hot day and us in our school uniforms... click here for the previous post I have done on this.
It has been a pretty busy weekend starting on Friday with Teen's Prom at Old Trafford (Manchester United's football ground... I think they go there as Nobby Stiles son was one of her teachers)
We have had a pretty stressy build up the Prom (there was non of this in my day just an end of year disco in the sports hall, no fancy Prom dress just a maxi dress from Chelsea Girl and teachers walking around with torches catching folk snogging in corners lol).
Firstly the dress we had ordered didn't arrive until the Wednesday .. and that was only because I wouldn't leave the shop until they went to collect it. The fake tan got caught in the rain not long after being applied. The shoes were slightly different colour due to one being on display in the shop and the other never seeing the light of day (Mum to the rescue with cream nail varnish saved the day there ... I knew my time working in a shoe shop would benefit me one day)
However. after all the grief the end result was staggering... she looked gorgeous. As did all the Teens .. it certainly brought a tear to my eye ...