sunday

Well what a day. Our singing in the park was cancelled due to the terrible weather, heaven knows when this rain is ever going to stop, the forecast for the forseeable is rain rain and more rain. This morning I had just cooked myself a lovely breakfast when I had a message to say the do was off so I stuck for something to do with my day. I certainly wasn't going to find work to do on my day of rest ( all my days are days of rest really). So I chose a film to watch from the cable list, well what do you know it didn't want to work so after I had phoned Virgin to tell them about the trouble they gave me another for free so I chose The pursuit of Happiness, well what do you know that one was playing up all through, but I stuck with it because from what I could see and hear it was a great film. I will go out and hire the dvd to watch it properly. In the meantime the repair man is coming tuesday to have a look at my cable box.
People seem interested in my childhood from comments so here I go with a bit more.
School was nothing like it is today. When you went into class you had to sit at desks, they were usually made of what was known as pig iron with a two seats and two lift up lids made of wood fixed to it. Sometimes the desk was fixed with a little shelf underneath and not a lift up lid. The desks were in rows of about six or eight and there would be anything up to eight or so rows. There you sat, no getting up and walking around, you stayed there unless, horror of horrors you were called out to the front of the class. Usually for a telling off or worse THE RULER. Teachers were not worried about hitting in those days. You would get it across your hands or sometimes the backs of your legs if you had really done something wrong. Some teachers hardly ever hit but quite a number seemed to relish it. It wasn't so bad really, perhaps I'm making it out to sound as though it was the dark ages, but we were taught to behave and have respect, and if you did you could get through school okay. The only thing I got in trouble for, and quite often, was talking too much, I really loved school until I passed for the grammar and then my troubles seemed to all come at once. At junior school I excelled but when I got to Rowley regis grammar I found that things got very hard. I hated all the travelling, it was a long way, and in those days very few people had cars so everyone had to bus it there. I had to get two buses and I had quite a wait in between them. Then just after I started I was sent for to have my tonsils out. I'll tell you about that another time.