Our school pond was uninhabitable. The koi carp had long been replaced by floating wotsits, school ties and crumpled cans of Quattro.
There was a phase during 80s schooling when someone decided all books needed to be covered.
Hymn books, rough books, maths books, even Bibles didn’t escape.
If it could be covered in woodchip or super fresco it was…. a few words about this nonsense…
Remember the pain of school photos? Being posed by a cheesy photographer who set up ‘studio’ by the vaulting horse in the gym……having shots with siblings……being mocked by an older bully who hid behind the curtains. All character building.
A few thoughts here..
Following my earlier post on Word Tins. Here’s a few thoughts on them…
At primary school we were given strips of card with words written on them to take home and learn.
Did anyone else do this?
This is my actual tin. One of granddad’s favourite brands of pipe tobacco. It now contains tacks rather than words but I’m glad I’ve still got it.
Crocodile written in marker pen on shirt cardboard in Miss’s bold capitals with the unmistakable, aromatic tang of granddad’s pipe.