1 September is otherwise a sweet day, pure nostalgia for me. But seeing today all those parents and fresh schoolchildren buying up supplies in the shopping centre: large squared and small squared paper, lined with 20 lines and lined with a guide line and lined... one set of paints and another set of paints and modelling clay and oil pastels and coloured pencils and felt tips, plastic covers, book paper and all those other 101 small things, from a school bag to every possible pair of shoes, tracksuits and other clothes. There is nothing for it but to feel glad that that annual murder of my own wallet is in the past.
