I used to visit the Pitt Rivers Museum when I was at school to draw the interesting artifacts. Today I saw an old teacher from my school. We both recognised each other at the same instant but carried on, pretending that we didn’t know each other. I guess you get used to that as a retired teacher.

Seeing him, and thinking about school, made me think about who I was twenty five years ago and what he thought of me then, and what he’d think of me now.