I started school at a Mission school. A year later, back in England, I went to a convent school where there were toys, a sand pit, Plasticene and lovely kind nuns.
I remember vividly the “imaginative play” at the Mission, which included children killing a hedgehog, laughing at a disabled boy and taking the smaller children’s lunch.
I much preferred the toys!
Welcome card for new Vietnamese neighbours?
Good Morning Wednesday 19th August2026
Struggling with estrangement from 2 adult children and dont know where to go from here.


