Decades ago, I was a teacher in a boarding school in Durham. On one particular day, I’d had an unusually stressful session with the boisterous boys in the classroom. (The weather was turning from cool to warm, and I think they were all getting a bad case of “spring fever”!) […]
My tailoring skills are minimal. In fact, when I attempt to thread a needle, I become a nightmarish creature that is all fingers and thumbs! Every time I get close to inserting the spit-moistened end of the thread, that cheeky needle winks its eye at me! On the plus side, […]
I wonder what memories you have of being a child. I hope they’re happy ones. For my part, some memories are very happy indeed; a fair few are rather miserable; and still others are bitter-sweet mixtures of the two. Let me share with you one particular memory that falls heavily […]
I am not talking about a bird but the school matron. If you have been to boarding school, you will know how matron is thought of as a mother, I never knew why matron was given the nickname of cuckoo, but I always knew that I could go to her […]
When I was eleven years old, I failed the eleven plus examination at school and my parents decided that they were going to send me away to boarding school instead of letting me attend the local Secondary Modern school. Being sent away really broke my heart as I really loved […]
