I loved my slightly hippy, rather lax, 1970s coeducational primary school. It smelled of slightly off warm milk, blackboard chalk and musky boys.
But because single sex schooling was the norm in my area, my high school was a girls school that smelled of musk sticks, Impulse and Johnsons Baby Oil.
I don’t remember missing the boys. The handsome ones in primary school never liked me anyway, and I was still slightly traumatised from kissing a boy called Mathew whose lips were as claggy as Perkins Paste.