Quite often my dreams place me in fantasy schools, and these tend to be quite strict: with uniforms, canes, prefects – the works. This time, though, I was starting in the sixth form in a new school, and my parents happily informed me that, although it was an old, traditional establishment, I would be glad to know there’s no uniform there.

I was dreadfully disappointed with this. It was hardly a proper school, then, was it?

However, the dream then skipped to me being kept back after the lessons finished, and I was due a caning from the classroom teacher. The lack of uniform didn’t make a slightless difference for the strictness of the school.

I’d still rather have dreamed about something more traditional. I shall have a stern word with my subconscious.