Yesterday Pre-Prep resembled a rather exotic corner of the Spanish Main. It was Pirate Day and, as I stood on Brewer Street, shiploads of pirates were deposited on the early morning street, clad in colourful head gear, scars adorning their faces from ferocious cutlass fights, and bright gold earrings glinting in the early morning light. One young pirate approached me and stood staring at me for a long time. Suddenly, from behind her back, she raised an inflatable plastic cutlass which she thrust towards with extraordinary speed. “Shiver me timbers!” I expostulated. It was going to be a dangerous day! I hope you will be delighted to hear that I survived the encounter.