Scotland's JFK moment; impossible not to remeber where you were when you heard it. I was in RE class, first period after lunch. The teacher came in and had been, was still, crying, and explained to us what she knew. She had been at the shops at lunch time...
https://twitter.com/simonbarrow/status/1370699202464993283
...a woman in John Menzies at the Gyle had come up to her, crying, and told a random stranger the terrible news. I don't recall how I felt at the time. But I can picture exactly where I was sitting in Miss Campbell's room...
My Mum is a life long primary teacher. As such, many of the family friends were also teachers. Little else was spoken about, on hushed tones children weren't meant to hear, for a long, long time afterwards
Now I am a parent, with a school-age The Boy, there have been occasions where I have reluctantly found myself explaining to other parents (who weren't in Scotland at the time) why schools seem to have such pedantic procedures about access and visitors...
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