After all the mizzle, we had a fine day yesterday so I took myself off on the bus to my childhood haunts. In the town where I live I grew up by a long and rather splendid terrace of Victorian houses where I played as a child with my friend in the 'wild wodd'. I had not been back for over 60 years. The terrace still looked as grand, the wild wood had been turned into a very groomed garden where some children were playing. It was so lovely to re-visit my happy summer days of the early 60s. Also, at the end of the road a lady has opened a yarn shop (my weakness) and she just happened to have in stock all the yarns I needed for my Festival of Colours blanket. So, I bought lots of wool and pleased as Punch, got on the bus home. Happy Day!
What slang do you remember school teachers using?



