Carmichael, the Head of the whole school, had made her announcement about the TV documentary. It looked so different now to when we were all crowded into it for that assembly. I’ll never forget the gasp that went up with her first words: “I have been approached by a television production company who want to film our grand reunion, then stay on for a fortnight to film everyday life at the school.” It was actually halfway between a gasp and a “Yesss!” and it was followed by a deep silence, because everyone wanted to hear more. Ms. Carmichael had gone on to explain that she didn’t want our “happy, working lives”, as she put it, to be disrupted in any way, and she’d also said we should just try to ignore the cameras if they happened to be around, and that soon we’d probably forget all about them anyway. And now, this very same hall was full to bursting with women and bright lights, and loud talking and laughter and exclaiming, and the chink of teacups and glasses.
What do You think about Dreams At Silver Spires (2016)?
