Tuesday 14 December 1952
… hands in his bloody pockets! Considering he was supposed to be reading the lesson at the school carol service, I took a very dim view indeed. I have thought for some time that Wilson has been getting above himself, but the little rascal is usually clever enough not to get caught. He also has an annoying habit of smirking when others receive a thrashing. Well, he was for the high jump this time! An exemplary sentence was called for, and I took great pleasure in administering it. First, I made him write out fifty times, ëBoys who behave like total slobs get bottom marksí. Then I marked the said bottom accordingly, strapping his bare backside until it was as red as a ripe tomato. He wonít be putting his hands in his pockets any time soon.