The Naked Man in the Tree

Today my friend Donna suggested I start a blog-

I met Donna when we were in the first year of secondary school; we didn't really speak to each other for a few weeks; all that changed one memorable day in our first autumn term. We had endured one week or so of going to hockey at Barn Elms playing fields. I decided never again and when double field came up on the timetable the following Thursday, I developed a mysterious illness and went to lie down in the medical room. Someone else had already had the same idea- yes, it was Donna. We both lay there pretending to be far too ill to be sent to Barn Elms, and then I said " I can see a naked man in the tree"; I meant the shape of the branches must have resembled something like a naked man although how I knew that at age 12 I'm not sure.... I can't remember much else of what we talked about that morning, apart from both admitting we were avoiding hockey; but we were firm friends from that day on, making a specialism of PE avoidance together with Katy and Penny.