As I've mentioned before, I have lived in this house, on and off, since I was three, and so there are very many - er - treasures from the past.
And today I found a rather unusual such treasure.
The secondary school which I attended, Roundhay High School for Girls, was a girls' grammar school. Next door was a boys' grammar school called Roundhay School.
The boys were seen as a threat. They were, apparently, lecherous brutes who would get a girl pregnant within a very short time of meeting her. We needed to be kept away from them.
The Women of a Certain Age who were in charge of the girls' school tried to achieve this in two ways:
The first way was that the start and finish times of the girls' school and the boys' school were different, in the hope that the boys and the girls would never, ever meet each other.
But, just in case such a dangerous encounter should ever happen, we girls were made to wear protective clothing.
And here it is:
Made of thick blue cotton, they came up to somewhere near your armpits. Heaven help any boy brave enough to get as far as these! The idea was that he would flee in terror, all passion suddenly gone. And indeed, these exciting garments were known to all as "passion-killers".
I do remember one girl suddenly disappearing from school for a while and then turning up at again with a baby in her arms.
It was clear to all that she'd been wearing non-school-uniform knickers.