Not much writing going on in the Barbed Words house. My week can pretty much be summed up as: Packing. Work. Packing. Coffee. Packing. Packing. Coffee. Taking child to doctors. Tea. Iced Bun. Chemists. Going to charity shop. Gardening. Gin and tonic. Pasta. Packing. Coffee. Packing. Charity shop. eBay. Tea. Gardening. Pizza. Top Gear.… Continue reading Wednesday Week
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What I Go to School For
Although in Rome, I enjoyed the life of a lady who lunches (or drinks cappuccino, at least), once back in England I needed to find work. As I have children, I wanted a job which offers flexible hours and time off in the holidays [Sure your poor work ethic didn’t have anything to do with it?? – Ed. Shut… Continue reading What I Go to School For
Teenage Dreams – So Hard To Beat
As a child, I was mad on the All Creatures Great and Small books and TV series. Thinking being a vet would be a great career, I tried to practise my techniques on my cat. Unfortunately, unlike my friend’s dog who was perfectly happy to be wrapped in bandages from head to tail and prescribed… Continue reading Teenage Dreams – So Hard To Beat
Dear Class of ’85
It’s been great fun to reconnect with so many of you on Facebook in the last couple of months. Can’t believe it’s been nearly 30 years since some of us last met and I’m really looking forward to the reunion. However, I’ve had a good nose flick though many of your photo albums and I’m… Continue reading Dear Class of ’85
Teachers’ Gifts: the thought that counts?
It’s the end of term here, which means the usual rigmarole of buying teachers’ gifts. When I was at school in the '80s, teachers’ gifts were pretty much unheard of. Any child who brought in a present for the teacher was looked upon as some sort of nerd who deserved a turn in the Poking Tunnel™.… Continue reading Teachers’ Gifts: the thought that counts?
