truant memories..

I missed a lot of school through being ill, if it wasn,t cold it was ear trouble or chilblains.
I was quite happy watching wooden tops, tales of the river bank ,andy pandy, i saw the little girl on the test card so often i thought she was a relative.
my grandad looked after me he learned me spellings, he repeated one word every day and i often wondered why.
he said you might need it one day, it was psychi, he never finished it. left open he would say.

I spent hours upstairs at grandads in the "little room" thats the name for the smallest bedroom around here, looking out of the window through my older brothers binoculars out across to durham the cathedral and the great north road, weird thing is its the same view ive looked out on from here, the view hasn,t changed, not one iota in all those years.

granda would take me around the "dairy" as it was called with the greyhound, we would pass the hunting lodge houses that have been there since lord Boyne owned the estate,
i used to say id love to live there, so quiet and lovely scenery, we,d carry on
down to Croxdale past Burn hall beautiful in summer i thought if i could be a nun esp after seeing sound of music, id get out of school forever.
life was to be lived not stuck in school.

my sons raking in the freezer behind me and honestly i could slap him.. noise...!! he,s over 18 and towers over me, i prob couldnt reach. so this isnt cruelty.
tried customizing the blog yesterday , ive made a mess of it. lost half my stuff.