after school

O.K., so the public playground next to the British School is small, worn and probably dangerous (those dang monkey bars) but the boys like it, and it's a chance to bond with other BST kids. Here D is doing exactly what he used to do on the playground slides at home: sit at the bottom so that the whole line gets backed up and everybody who comes after him gets a good squishing. I think he used to call it lemon squeezer...