Towards the end of the day it was often story time when all
the class would sit on the floor at the teachers feet. Occasionally there were
embarrassing accidents following insistence from the teacher that you should be
able to wait until home time before going to the loo. When you’ve got to go,
you’ve got to go and pools of water may suddenly appear on the floor. Unfortunately, if
this did happen to you, you were told to go and get the mop and bucket from Mr.
Parkes. Yes, you’ve guessed it, I was not left out of this terrible ritual.
Just before going home (not sure if this was in every year)
we would all stand and sing a rather sad tune to the words:
Now the day is over,
night is drawing nigh.
Shadows of the evening,
steal across the sky.
Close your eyes and see if you can remember this tune, although Michael Crawford perhaps sings it a bit better than we did:
NOW THE DAY IS OVER <<<<<CLICK HERE
Now the day is over,
night is drawing nigh.
Shadows of the evening,
steal across the sky.
Close your eyes and see if you can remember this tune, although Michael Crawford perhaps sings it a bit better than we did:
NOW THE DAY IS OVER <<<<<CLICK HERE
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