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This is what I have been getting: September 1997 Introducing Shirley Midnight The air around Primrose Infants School smelled perpetually of stale chips, damp concrete, and the sickly-sweet scent of industrial floor cleaner. The school sat nestled at the heart of the Primrose Estate, a sprawling council development in the grey belt just beyond the last commuter train lines of South East England. The Junior school, a larger brick twin, stood twenty yards away across a stretch of worn asphalt that served as a joint car park for both schools. They were two schools separated by a narrow gulf of professional rivalry and the distinct age gap between their pupils, but soon, they were to be one. Thank you for your suggestion Ichabod Crane. I'll try that now. Shirley |