Author Archives: Ian

Holiday viewing

The half-term holiday began at three o’clock, not that it seemed to create much excitement among the students. Some meandered out of the gate in clusters, some were still lingering in the school grounds an hour later. I had been … Continue reading

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Daylight delight

“Look at that – it’s 5.30 and it’s still daylight,” exclaimed a colleague as we left a meeting at school. We smiled at being delighted at the days growing longer – didn’t the days always grow longer?  Wouldn’t the world … Continue reading

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Telling everyone your business

There was a notice in the carriage of the train from Bristol asking that people would use their mobile phones with sensitivity towards other passengers. The woman in the next seat obviously thought that it didn’t  apply to her, or, … Continue reading

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Going to the doctor

The surgery was on The Hill in Langport. Cars must have been considerably rarer, for I never once remember there being nowhere to park on the street outside, on the steep descent from All Saints’ Church to Bow Street. There … Continue reading

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Swallowed by a big black snake and other nasty realities

“They all went sailing ‘cross the lake and all got swallowed by a big black snake.” I used to love that line, and the bit at the end of Frog went a courtin’ that said that there was bread and … Continue reading

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