A wee bit of knowledge will get you into all kinds of trouble my primary school teacher would intone at least daily. For some reason she always seemed to glare in my direction. I would fidget in my seat - but I didn’t argue. After all I was only seven years old and Miss Allen, a tall matronly-like spinster with piercing green eyes and a penchant for usi…
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