My mother dropped me early into school
one winter's day. It was about half eight and we were never allowed in the buildings before ten minutes to nine. However since it was absolutely freezing and there was almost no one else there, I decided to risk going inside the classroom.

Wandering into the school, I peered through the glass bit of the door into the classroom. Inside the room on top of the desk was my form tutor in shorts and a short-sleeved top (bearing in mind this was winter) moving her leg up and down, as though demonstrating a leg exercise. There were four or five other members of staff watching her. When they saw me, they gestured angrily for me to get outside, and when school started I was strictly told off and told never to come inside before the start again.

Even after perhaps eleven years I cannot work out what on earth was going on in that room
( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 17:07, 2 replies)

Teachers masonic leg shake.
With wiggly finger.
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 12:24, closed)

That's easy
It was another lively meeting at WankWatchers
( Bert Monkeysex is waiting for the mods to delete him, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 14:33, closed)