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School Uniform Changeover

Usually, in or around October, right after the Diwali festival, the children start wearing their winter school uniforms.  It's so different!  When I went to a school where I had to wear  a uniform in Ireland, there was no change of uniform to match the seasons.  But there is here!

The summer uniform is lighter and made of cotton.  The winter uniform is heavier and made of wool.  There is such an extremity between the summer and the winter season in north India - from biting cold to white-hot heat, that a uniform change is necessary.

The weeks the changeover happens, there's a lot of work.  First, I can never remember where among the clothes I've packed the uniforms.  Where are the blazers and the long sleeved shirts?  And the ties?  Don't forget them!

They've got to be washed, pressed, aired, hung out.  And very often repaired too!

There is some confusion this year.  The boys have been back in the winter uniform for the last month.  However, because the girls have a PT display coming up, they've not changed into their winter uniforms yet.  The weather's quite mild and doing drill practise in heavy woollen gowns is not the best idea.  It's okay, the cold doesn't really start to bit until late December.

I'll be ready in time this year for the girls' changeover!

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