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I attended a little one-roomed school of around thirty children. The headmistress, Miss Weedon, was an old devil. She lived in a house next door to the school and one afternoon, during a very heavy thunderstorm, her house was hit by lightning. They had to clear us out of the school and I can remember standing outside in the pouring rain singing, ‘Oh Miss Weedon's house's on fire!’ We were all clapping our hands as her house went up.