Tony popped in yesterday on his way to Tarporley to tinker with his “boys toys” which he always does on a Sunday, I was in the middle of vacuuming the stairs “the worse job in the world” isn’t it girls, it might not be if my Hoover hadn’t belonged to Noah, wasn’t so heavy and would suck properly, “I really do need to get a new one” anyway I looked like a blonde Raggedy Ann and felt a bugger, he went and made me a cuppa while I finished the stairs off, he didn’t offer to do it for me “the swine” but hey-ho lol, then we sat and had a good chat, he wanted my opinion on something.
He’s only thinking of buying a house boat “Barge” to live on through the Summer months, just to drift around and enjoy life and he asked if I was any good at cleaning brass, because there is a lot on a barge, so he says “invite or what” is he’s feeling the water maybe? I mean our relationship hasn’t even gotten to the toddler stage yet. I’m looking forward to the teenage stage though, oh yes!
Now I suppose you’re wondering about the header, well here is the culprit
On his way out Tony said “I think your kettle has an identity crisis, it’s leaking like a sieve” it wasn’t, he had over filled it lol, love him to bits lmao.
Oh I am such a scaredy cat………………………………
Do you remember any of your teachers?
Who had the greatest influence on you at school? I only remember two with any affection and actually listened to.
The first was Miss Wright our art teacher she was wonderful and besides teaching us about art, she also taught us how to be good human beings.
Miss Wright rocked, she was one hip chick
She was lovely she had a way of getting the best out of us all, she was the one you could talk to about anything and she would always help if she could, pastoral care in schools in my day wasn’t a top priority, or if it was I never found it, it wasn’t like it is now, you went, you hopefully learnt something then you went home.
The second was Mrs Price-White, she was our very stern maths teacher, she scared everyone even the other teachers, she always wore grey tweed suits that smelt of moth balls and carried a cane, “oh how we hated that cane” I never felt it I’m glad to say. She was an “if I am taking the time to teach you, you are going to learn” type, she had the Queens legs too, you know the ones, a five-year olds stick drawing of a lady, triangle for the skirt and legs at each point and a twenty-mile gap in between 😉
Both teachers so different and at both ends of my rainbow, that I am proud to say I knew.