A long long time ago

1970’s Teachers

Ms Raven is old and cross and walks with a limp. I am seven years old and labelled a chatterbox. Summoned to the front of the class, I stand before my teacher. Open your mouth she says. I open my mouth and Ms Raven puts a wafer of pale green soap on my tongue. Stop talking she snaps. I… Continue reading 1970’s Teachers

A long long time ago

1970’s Head Lice

On a Sunday afternoon in the mid-seventies a woman named Mo sat in our lounge. She had an impressive afro of dark, course, frizzy hair. The wiry mass was restrained by a maroon, fashionably crocheted and holey cap. Mo poked her long, bony finger in the holes to scratch her scalp whenever and wherever it… Continue reading 1970’s Head Lice