|Mr. Wilson gets everyone organised|
|Me (leaning forward, brown hair) and the boys|
All the teachers would be there. The kind and patient ones helped to look after the kids, especially when they got bored (the kids, I mean - the teachers were always bored). The organized teachers, organized the races, and tried hard to organize all the people too, including each other. And the officious teachers, perhaps unsurprisingly, officiated. At the end of the afternoon, the headmaster would stroll out in his linen mix suit and rollable panama hat, hand out a few trophies and rosettes, say something motivational through a megaphone, and then fuck off back into his office for another g and t. Happy days.
In my whole time at school, my father never came came to watch, and my mother only once. And damn right too; I was mortified on the one occasion she did turn up. I still have nightmares about the hat she wore that day, and the grief it brought to my door.
|Haruki ready to race|
|Hana ready to dance|
|Hana starting to get into it|
|Fathers and kids' race - only one broken ankle this year|
|White nicks it this year... grrrr... rematch!|