#and thus impelling me to follow her. she’s one of the most brilliant people in the world

[afieldinengland]

when i was about five, i briefly attended the less-fancy primary school of a really rather fancy private secondary school. very many things— in no small part, i’m sure, sheer expense— meant i moved on to normal + better comprehensives, but when i was in year eight, i ended up going to the aforementioned fancy secondary school for an event with a bunch of people from my year / tutor group. and i said on the way that one of the things i remembered vaguely from my time around it was that they used to have two peacocks(!!) roaming the grounds. well, when we got there, no peacocks. my friend sniffed and said ‘yeah. they probably ate them.’ once we got back from the black marble columns and so on, we went up and touched the g4s breezeblocks that they’d built my darling secondary school out of as if they were beloved friends. ‘it’s built like a prison,’ my friend said, for the first time affectionately. no peacocks at my secondary, but we had a cat who wandered round