In nineteen seventy something, I was a young teacher in a big secondary school in Edinburgh, and one day at break, an older teacher of Religious Education and Classical Studies came into the staffroom in the most indignant dudgeon I've ever witnessed, and told us his story.
He'd wanted to discuss the glories of the classical world with whatever class he had, and knowing that even the working classes were by this time enjoying exotic holidays, he asked how many of them had been to Greece. He was delighted when a forest of hands shot up, and for once they all seemed enthusiastic about his lesson. It was a wee while after that that the cross-purposes dawned on them all.....

Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
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Memo to self: no Lir chocolates.
Life is glorious.