This time last year I finished working in the London Oratory School Library and wrote my last post as a fully-fledged member of the working community. Read all about it, here: https://wp.me/p2Zbqf-BF Yesterday I received the latest copy of their school magazine and it brought back such sweet – and some not so sweet – […]Read Post ›
This is my grandfather as I never knew him. He was born in 1878 and died during the Second World War, a captive in Siberia. His story is a very interesting one, but one which I shall leave for another day. Today I was thinking about him as I was wrapping parcels to send […]Read Post ›
I was about eight I think when I did my first paid work, not counting selling my grandmother’s cigarettes to her friends when they came e for a gossip for a penny each. That money went into my money box and there it stayed as I had absolutely nothing to spend it on. But when […]Read Post ›
Babysitting was obviously not going to be a career, so I needed to think again. After the exams I was finally free. Living at home with my mother and stepfather in South Kensington but still needing cash. So I went to work. I joined an agency and was sent out to the Folio Society. Somewhere […]Read Post ›
About ten years ago – actually almost exactly ten years ago, my husband and I went to Damascus for the weekend. A strange thing to do, I suppose, as it is quite far away – normally we try to go to Paris for our anniversary weekend, but that year we wanted to do something different. […]Read Post ›
So I intend to wallow in it. But this week has been busy too. Two days teaching French at the Guru Nanak School. I surprised myself by how much French I still remember – luckily I still know a bit more than any of the pupils I came across. But two days was enough! A […]Read Post ›
Last week I did something I never thought I would be able to do – mainly because I thought I would never have the opportunity, but also because I did not know if I would have the confidence or the knowledge. So when I saw the poster above my heart was in my mouth, but […]Read Post ›
D is for Dominie, Scottish for master Also for Dashing – but not for Disaster O is for Order, Overwhelmingly Organised Every plan neatly and beautifully realised M is for Medicine when I’ve got a pain And Merriment and Marley and Music again I is for Eye-catching – you’ve seen all the […]Read Post ›
for MH Mr J storms into my class room and yells, “Sit down everyone! Why are you all out of your seats?” Mrs K thinks – if you hadn’t moved me to the room opposite your office you wouldn’t be so upset now! Mrs K draws herself up to her full five feet one and […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 