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I know it's only fictitious, but the script writers are just so ignorant of how schools are run, what you can and can't do, LEA'S, etc. The whole thing is getting to me now!!! I watch it and am driving Mr LL nutty complaining about all the mistakes whilst I am supposedly enjoying watching it.
I used to quite like it. It is totally ridiculous now!
Anyone agree?
I used to quite like it. It is totally ridiculous now!
Anyone agree?
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Well shame on you Lottie, how could you be so devious...school dinners for you next week my girl and it's bananas every day for dessert.
Hi Matron J! Glad that's over for you both, try not to worry.
Trying to imagine a 90 yr old cousin Jude, I'm 3rd oldest of about 15.
Back later, I'm just practising my domestic science. :o)
Hi Matron J! Glad that's over for you both, try not to worry.
Trying to imagine a 90 yr old cousin Jude, I'm 3rd oldest of about 15.
Back later, I'm just practising my domestic science. :o)
Oooh, I hated domestic science too. We had to scrub down the wooden draining boards after washing up. I made an apple sponge and dropped in (in my mothers pyrex bowl) on the way home. Apple, glass and soggy suet pudding.
Which reminds me, I dropped a large Oxo tin full of caterpillas on the bus coming back from school when I was about 9. I had offered to look aftert he caterpillas for the summer holiday. When I got home with the remaining few that I had managed to retrieve from the floor of the box, my Mum felt sorry for them and put them all out in the garden!! Just think, no problems with travelling on London buses (or trains) on my own when I was nine years old!! Mum stopped taking me to school when I was about 6 or 7.
Which reminds me, I dropped a large Oxo tin full of caterpillas on the bus coming back from school when I was about 9. I had offered to look aftert he caterpillas for the summer holiday. When I got home with the remaining few that I had managed to retrieve from the floor of the box, my Mum felt sorry for them and put them all out in the garden!! Just think, no problems with travelling on London buses (or trains) on my own when I was nine years old!! Mum stopped taking me to school when I was about 6 or 7.
My soused herrings ended up in someones garden .
We had a lovely teacher though .Miss Witchell .Scots she was .Guid afterrrrrnooon girrls .
She used to wear paper knickers .
Yes true .She showed us .Said they were verrrry hygienic girrrls .... she used to rustle when she walked .We used to chuck the wet discloths around and I caught her right in the face once just as she walked through the door . I then spent some time standing outside the heads door :)
When we went to a reunion a few years ago .although the cookery place has been turned into a music centre ,the old pantries with the marble shelves were still there .
My friend said to me if we looked hard enough we may find a festering jelly shoved up the corner or the watered down gooseberry jam :)) We used to eat it and top it with water.
Then she wondered why it was rrrrrrather thin this year girrrls :) Bless her .
We had a lovely teacher though .Miss Witchell .Scots she was .Guid afterrrrrnooon girrls .
She used to wear paper knickers .
Yes true .She showed us .Said they were verrrry hygienic girrrls .... she used to rustle when she walked .We used to chuck the wet discloths around and I caught her right in the face once just as she walked through the door . I then spent some time standing outside the heads door :)
When we went to a reunion a few years ago .although the cookery place has been turned into a music centre ,the old pantries with the marble shelves were still there .
My friend said to me if we looked hard enough we may find a festering jelly shoved up the corner or the watered down gooseberry jam :)) We used to eat it and top it with water.
Then she wondered why it was rrrrrrather thin this year girrrls :) Bless her .
Oooh I remember paper knickers very well. They were quite popular in the 70s I believe, although it might have been in the 60's. I never really fancied them.
I never went to any school reunions. I threw my school straw panama
in the River Ouze from the top of Bedford Bridge along with loads of other school mates and we watched them float off into the far beyond. That was me finished with school!!
I never went to any school reunions. I threw my school straw panama
in the River Ouze from the top of Bedford Bridge along with loads of other school mates and we watched them float off into the far beyond. That was me finished with school!!
Hark at old Posh knickers shaney!! I went to a common or garden Sec mod, although it was a trailblazer in it's day, It had it's own little nice one bedroom flat attached to the Dom. science wing, where we had to learn to make beds, cook a complete meal (mine ended up on the wall but that's another story) clean the flat etc and wash baby clothes, and as I had a baby bro we had to all wash his knitted outfits (with the school promising to replace any shrunk or felted ones). They even had gardening lessons but somehow I managed to avoide them!
When we got the bus from Barcelona to Victoria in 1975 to get married, I wore paper knickers and didn't want worn ones on the journey! but they hurt! The journey was 3days + 2 nights on a ferry. We were poor!
We have an 89yr old cousin who my sisters visit often but he's going a bit doolally, won't let anyone clean or cook or wash his clothes (no washing machine) and the place is a mess! but he's independant and that's that.
We have an 89yr old cousin who my sisters visit often but he's going a bit doolally, won't let anyone clean or cook or wash his clothes (no washing machine) and the place is a mess! but he's independant and that's that.
I only excelled at french...my second best subject was dom science despite the teacher making no effort to hide her dislike of me. I've no idea why, I just assumed it was because I got along with the very strict & sometimes scary headmistress who was head of the cookery dept. I think she wore tweed knickers, haha. History was my very worst, I hated all that political stuff and geography came a close second to bottom...until, that is, we got a new teacher. He was fabulous, young, good looking and he was very kind to me when he found out my dad had died when I was 14. He told me he lost both of his parents when he was young and from then on he often had a little chat if I passed him on th corridor....and I passed my O level! haha, I didn't want to let him down.
I loved History and was lucky to have a very inspirational teacher .All the teachers were nice really apart fom the old bat with the metal ruler in ruddy needlework .I wasn't any good at maths and science although I liked messing about with the bunsen burners but dissecting frogs was not my cup of tea .
I liked English ,Eng Lit and Art .
Funnily enough at the reunion when we went into tea there was our ancient English teacher aged 87 at the time .She's since passed away .
And ....she recognised us !
Said she would have known us anywhere ...She was lovely and we had a long chat with her and our photo taken and she said she was very proud that we'd turned out well .
Considering we were always in the mire for mucking about I thought that was very nice of her:))
We had a music teacher who was so enthusiastic whilst banging away at the piano and singing and her top plate flew out and skidded across the hall floor.
We were in hysterics but she just got up picked them up ,put them back in and carried on with a "Sing up girls and stop tittering at the back ... " .
We still laugh about all these years later .
I liked English ,Eng Lit and Art .
Funnily enough at the reunion when we went into tea there was our ancient English teacher aged 87 at the time .She's since passed away .
And ....she recognised us !
Said she would have known us anywhere ...She was lovely and we had a long chat with her and our photo taken and she said she was very proud that we'd turned out well .
Considering we were always in the mire for mucking about I thought that was very nice of her:))
We had a music teacher who was so enthusiastic whilst banging away at the piano and singing and her top plate flew out and skidded across the hall floor.
We were in hysterics but she just got up picked them up ,put them back in and carried on with a "Sing up girls and stop tittering at the back ... " .
We still laugh about all these years later .
Our music teacher was a Mr Callendine and honestly, they put him in a mental hospital. He let us all bringt in pop records and like one, something by Paul Anka I think. so he played the beginning over and over and over. God were we fed up with Paul Anka! He3 knew I could sing a bit and made me sing from the other side of the classroom door to see how far my voice would go, I was terrified and squeaked!
Not sure what a top plate is but it must have looked funny. I remember once at work I was talking with my arms again, telling my colleagues about something or other, and my turquoise ring just flew off and across the room, ha ha ha it could have blinded somebody! Or hit Woofy's nose;-) Good thing today is over Shaney, you will sleep well tonight:)
Neti it's so interesting about operatic techniques, I have no idea what it's called in English but how you can "direct" your voice. Somebody who sang with our Birgit Nilsson and stood next to her on stage hardly heard a sound coming out of La Nilsson's mouth, but to people at the back of the auditorium it was clear as a bell.
Neti it's so interesting about operatic techniques, I have no idea what it's called in English but how you can "direct" your voice. Somebody who sang with our Birgit Nilsson and stood next to her on stage hardly heard a sound coming out of La Nilsson's mouth, but to people at the back of the auditorium it was clear as a bell.
