My last post was my 100th, since the end of June ’15 when I started this blog. Not too shabby, I think – considering I had all but stopped writing, in favour of the drudge (easier?) work of proofing and editing the words of others. But somehow I got the bug to give it a go again.
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School Daze 1950
Ever since I’d taught my next-door neighbour to read – we were both four years old – I was obsessed with the idea of going to school. If my big brother could go, why couldn’t I?