Apparently the worst that could happen would be to find yourself face to face with a class full of six year olds, armed with nothing but their favourite story and a smile. It was Wednesday morning and despite my hesitation, Stella Jones had proven herself to be a formidable headteacher and I hadn’t seen Oliver at all yet. After settling my nerves with a…
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