My first year at Rowlinson we had to wear short trousers. At Junior school we were allowed long trousers so felt a bit of a tit on my first day with shorts, briefcase and, horror of horrors, a cap.
I used to walk through Graves Park to catch my bus home and conveniently "lost" the cap one day.
Some weeks later Todge Askham, the deputy head, called me out of a science class with Connie Stevens. He was holding the dreaded cap. Some kind member of the public had found it under a bush in the park and had handed it in to the school.
Of course, along with every other bit of clothing I had, a name tag had been stitched into the cap by my mother. I'm sure Todge didn't believe a word of my accidentally losing the cap, he just gave me a stern warning which was enough to make your blood run cold. Happy days.