Eons ago, I had what I thought was a quite glamouress nightgown. Double layers of chiffon in purple and black. One night I was just about to get into bed with newish husband when I heard a buzzing noise. Looked all round bedroom but noise just seemed to follow me around. Became near hysterical when I realised it was an angry bee trapped between layers of nightgown. Husband who was vegetarian, was more concerned about the bee. He never was a keeper.
Early reading v continental custom - teachers’ thoughts sought



