The wheels on the bus…

Long ago, I attended a gem of a place called school. I realise I’m only out of education three months, but I’m talking about a while back. And whilst most mornings we would (all 6 of us) fit into the back of my childminder’s tiny car (we were who sardines in a tin got their … Continue reading

Those lazy hazy days of summer..

I’m not a fan of funerals, as things go. But I was at one today that was different from any funeral I’ve ever attended. I won’t say much about it, except to acknowledge that I have never seen quite such a high percentage of the community with a great story to tell about somebody. I’ve … Continue reading

Delicious Madeira Cake. Quick and simple.

National school. Where to even start. Class time was class time. We learned of the adventures of Ann and Barry; Ann had quite the penchant for cakes, while Barry preferred to put away a few jars of jam a day. It was relatively boring. Although it perhaps partly explains the obsession with cakes that I … Continue reading

In which I recount our Tuesday evening lessons

Tuesday evenings. To some, just a plain old weekday that didn’t stand out at all. To others, Tuesday evening meant going to Peter’s house after school. The ‘others’ mentioned here may or may not include me. Did you go to a Peter’s house after school on a Tuesday too? You may wonder why, why this … Continue reading