Learning about the birds and the bees is a big moment in any kid's life.  We often pick up a lot of myth and misinformation before the teachers can get to us.  My dad was drunk when he told me so his ramblings were added to the playground gossip I'd already learned.  It could have scared me for life.

This episode contains references to naughty bits and sex stuff.  If it bothers you, you need to get out more.

After the Morning School for Little Ones I moved on to St Marks Infant School which was ruled by Mrs Silk.  She was mad, prone to pulling her hair out and with an unusual concept of appropriate punishment.  If nothing else, I learnt how to answer the phone as her 5-year-old press-ganged secretary.

I was the only child in our street, so my mum decided I needed to meet other children.  She found a kindergarten which, she thought, must be good because it charged in guineas.  That's where I met the first woman to scare the crap out of me.

All the cool people were born early enough to appreciate the 60s.  I was born in 1962 so I was too young to join in.  My cultural nursery was the 1970s, with their bad hair, bad clothes, Mike sodding Yarwood on a Saturday night, strikes and strife.  In Episode One, I arrive late to the party that was the 60s, to find everyone has hooked up and all that's left is a warm bottle of Blue Nun.
Parental Guidance; this episode does include a foul-mouthed toddler.