You can never have enough...

[Oh_hunnihunni]

I was looking for something else and came across my childhood writing cpmpendium, you know those leather zipped things with straps to hold a pad and envelopes. I was given it before we were taken 'home' to Scotland to meet my grandparents when I was seven. It was full of strange photos and keepsakes, some of which have lost their emotional weight and could be disposed of, but some that hadn't. Including a report card from 5BSc when my home room teacher at Epsom Girls was Mrs Gluckman, Sir Peter's Mum, who was very polite about my inability to deal with maths, but I came first in English. I am keeping that to send to Perth, my grand daughter has the same challenge and my grandson the same love of words. Funny how genes express themselves...