GRASS!

Seems back in the day I had no problems about grassing my friends up.
Even though it was 25 years ago, I can still kind of remember it. It wasn't a real rabbit.It was one of those furry things that opened its arms when you pinched its back, it had a human face. Were they called Cheekies or something? Its a little fuzzy. You would collect loads of them and clip them on things. I remember they were (in my school anyway) the craze that came after those little baby dolls (which was just a plastic baby's head sewn on a tiny brightly coloured felt body) that slept in a big matchbox with a blanket and came before collecting little plastic Smurfs.

The more I think about it, Infant 3 was definitely my best school year. So much happened. That was the last year we got milk with those dead thin blue and white stripey straws.
At the beginning of the year I remember learning letters (with those perfectly square books that came in either red, blue or yellow and they just had the letter that they were about on the front, printed in black) but yet can clearly remember being able to spell 'jewellery' towards the end of it.

The only bad thing was I was 3rd King in the nativity play. I thought surely that was a boys roll and I wanted to be Mary. Nicola Hackney was always Mary but she was my mate and she was exactly a week older than me so it was ok.

The Sonya who brought the rabbit in left St Edwards before Junior 4. The last time I saw her she was on Blind Date and was the picker. I think she was running a pub in Birmingham then.

(Ok Cress, I hope I have given you enough material to take the piss out of me later)