Things go in threes.

None taken of course ClaraLou, loved the stories too:D

I always think that if mistakes aren't pointed out then people will keep on making them. Wish i'd listened to what people said about the Mrs:DOH:

They say love is blind, in this case it was deaf and stupid too.

Pins might help, but not so much fun as having the car crushed Ruth:D

 

that car was my pride and joy ziggy miss her to bits (great when you miss the car and not the man ) an old isuzu bighorn always wanted 1 got her from newcastle last october break my heart to see her crushed , on the other hand tits me off seeing him driving her oh well such is life you win some and you lose some,and my spelling not great either ziggy :o

 

I'm old enough to have taken 'O' levels and, for some bizarre reason, we were only allowed to take 5. English was mandatory, but for us, no opportunity to make our own choices, oh no, the school provided us with a list of options from which we had choose - music or geography: cookery or history: biology or French: maths or art - rotten if you wanted to do both music and geography because the simple answer was ... you can't.

I recall vivdly approaching my maths teacher and telling her what our choices were, her one and only comment was 'What's your art like?'

In fact my art was on a par with my maths, but it was deemed (by parents and school alike) that maths was 'more useful', so I took it and distinguished myself by being so bad that I was the first - and possibly, only pupil - who it was considered would give the school such a bad name, that I wasn't even entered for the exam!

I subsequently spent 10 years working for the Serious Fraud Office, before moving to the Civil Service where I now help work with budgets which run into monopoly-money numbers. And to think, if I'd been good at maths, I might have be able to make some sort of career out of it

 

We had an old school scots maths teacher when I moved up to big school.
Bit like the teacher in Pink Floyds, The Wall.

She would point at a pupil & screetch, "You Laddie. What is 9 x 7 in base 5?"

I can't do maths in my head easily so she told my parents I was stupid.

Got hell of an ear bashing untill the first exam, got 98% & was moved straight into top group.

 

Oh dear. Sounds just like old Mrs Turner, who hated kids and was always whacking us with rulers. One extra sensitive girl ended up wetting herself during simultaneous equations. I still can't quite forgive the Turner for standing over me with a stick while I was made to force down a large dollop of stone cold, rubberised scrambled egg which had been greying in the canteen kitchen for several decades. I do hope she had a very, very unhappy retirement.

 

Ruth, no matter how dysfunctional we are, we all all here for you.:yess:

 

thankyou daitheplant and its a relief to know im not the only dysfunctional one :yess:

 

If you need to have a rant, just PM me.

 

All too familiar Clare, being ill, I was very skinny so the teachers used to try to fatten me up, thinking I wasn't being fed.

After being force fed sponge pudding only to go outside and chuck it up again I still can't eat sponge.

 

I'm Not.

 

:wink1:

 

Sorry to here of your troubles Bambooruth, it makes mine look trivial. I hope things look up for you in the future. Quite often things that go wrong turn out for the better in the long run. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you.

 

We've all got our fingers crossed for Ruth

Why is it that all the nicest girls are in a different country:DOH::D

13 might make a coven Armandii, but we have 3 here. I'm sure Shakespear would have made something of that

 

If the above includes me Ziggy, I'll be in your country in about 4 weeks.

There are white witches and black ones you know!