Imagine this in the eyes of a five year old. You cannot see the cane from here but it is always there, next to the large rosary beads which dangled from the belted waist.
Imagine this hovering over the desk of a seven year old, writing with her left hand.
Imagine this coming closer to a nine year old who has just spilt ink all over her desk and book and uniform.
Imagine this for an eleven year old as she is hanging out one of the windows, during a kept-in recess, holding a bottle of our then government-funded free-milk handed up by a friend. A product forbidden for the kept-ins. A previous blog entry describes what happens to the left overs.
Oh dear, I'll have to close off now as my hands are too sweaty to type and the recalling of other episodes is making them shake. I will revisit these topics later. There are 1001 nights.
Thanks, Tones. Each time I uploaded (and it was many, many times) all I got was jumbled numbers/letters. It did mention scary1.bmp though so she was there somewhere in my nightmare.
ReplyDeleteI swear just looking at her - and its the middle of the morning - has given me a daymare. Catholicism has a lot to answer for.
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