Penguin 70's booklet made up of several short chapters from the memoir series which I'd always taken to be like James Herriot, but with schools not animals. It's about twenty years now since I enjoyed the Herriot books so can't compare closely. The Phinn series seemed like something it was good to know was out there just in case that sort of book was needed - but on the basis of this, too much of it might be boring.
What's here is fairly cosy but certainly cliched. Too many descriptions stuffed with the most routine of adjectives. The narrator's character doesn't often have much that's interesting to say in conversation. There's too much about the other staff in the office, which might work okay on TV but was unexciting on the page. Scenes from an infant school were cloying. And if I were to read books like these, I'd want them, out of simple personal preference, to be set a bit longer ago - this is recent enough that staff gossip includes speculation that a PA has had a facelift.
A few bits and pieces were reasonably interesting. Hearing what goes on in the school inspectorate's office, e.g. they run courses as well as checking schools. A loveable eccentric old teacher, Mr Lapping, who'd spent his whole life in the same remote village, who turns out to be exemplary at his work and not above the odd bit of crafty politics as a retort for the not entirely welcome publicity and co-option onto working parties. And finally, the bit which decided this as 3 stars not two, a group in an A-Level English class putting on a genuinely amusing Yorkshire village version of Hamlet, Act I.