Wheat from chaff

Facing up to your responsibility as a parent  may be difficult but having to discipline us may mean you see where you're insufficiently grown up yourself because you can't see why you need to raise a child and have that Adult sense of responsibility to it and not be it's best friend.

 This was a conversation I never had with either of my parents and I hate to say it, you can tell by how I relate to people apart from my attitudes and behaviour as I tend to think you're totally onside with me no matter what or you really hate me cos you're not letting me do what I feel like.
Childish I know, getting me into trouble I can't seem to stop this immaturity by myself. (sighs)

School Uniformed Life

This kind of uniform with blazer over blouse tie and skirt was very much a part of my own experience as a child because this was what girls generally wore to school. You cannot help but notice it just doesn't compliment their appearances but it looks very smart as well as defining you a school girl.
If you were in the 5th form (14 1/2  thru 15) or above you could wear tights usually a plain colour such as tan, blue, black or grey instead of knee socks

Of course any part of being a school child included shared interests of which a big one is comics and for me it was the British Comic, the Beano with it's adventures that we shared especially in my boarding school.
Recently it has been celebrating its 70th anniversary with a special soft back magazine edition that I bought back in July and this exhibition.

Teddy bears picnic

While it's still warm despite being the onset of Autumn term, one thing I'd love is to do a teddy bears picnic but one that at least allows for adult but child people like me to attend and just play or one especially just for us.
It would be oh so relaxing I feel.

Sports and middle me

Actually while I'm hardly the most co-ordinated person on the planet, I did love playing sports, mainly traditional girls sports like Netball, Hockey and Rounders and in an age play context would love to play them with similar minded 'girls' even in improvised forms just for the fun of playing together.
I'm less about intellectualizing stuff like what this whole age-play thing in me is so much as just going out there and doing it anyway. The exercise may do me good too!

Nancy at Saint Brides

This month I am going to write a bit about a book which taps into part of me but was even when I was growing up was seen as part of a series that were more in the past more what we'd be handed down or bought second hand.

This copy is the 2002 Girls Gone By paperback reprint.

 Nancy at St. Brides was written eight years on and after the second in this series (That boarding school girl) but in a lot of ways the first proper book in that this is where the main character Nancy makes here appearance as a relatively unschooled 14 year old dispatched to St.Brides  with instructions to be kept an eye on being very ahem spirited which soon shows in the dares she was only too willing to perform and caught out by the Sixth form prefects.
You could say she was impressionable which I was too at this age and this is the the story of her first unhappy term as she gets to grips with school structures, rules and consequences.
Nancy's problems were less the stuff of theft, insubordination, refusal to apply ones self or bullying  but more about what can be seen as maturity or rather the  lack of age appropriate maturity at least in part because she was never really 'schooled' so failed to see how her impulsive reckless side so resulted in one child almost drowning and another catching a serious cold.
For Nancy this lead to the matter of her being 'asked' not because  to return not formally expelled by Head Mistress Miss Cawdwell because she feels Nancy lacks the maturity a girl at boarding school needs. It also leaves the door open for her to return with a clean slate made easier for Nancy making a attempt in her last three weeks to do some good such as doing well in the swimming competition.
It's an enjoyable read not just for her spirit but also how working at channelling her interests starts to pay off.

Jennings Goes To School

It's getting toward the end of August and almost by magic my mind starts slipping back to what this time in the past meant for me.

Part of it meant getting ones equipment and uniform ready to return to school with a  mad dash to the stores and this leads really on to this which I do so miss all of that and one of things I did was read books.
Anthony Buckerridge's creation Jennings and his side kick, Darbishire was the only boys series I read as to a very large extent I read stories about and for girls but what I liked about the series was they did feature memorable characters in situations I could relate to.
This was the first published story although Jennings was inflicted on the Britishers in nineteen forty-eight  on the BBC Children's Hour program, garnering a following.

In the first story we are introduced to the two new boys of Linbury Court School for boys, Jennings and Darbishire, their initial meeting with Mr. Carter just seeing a very average boy in his suit and short pants but it is not long before her realizes his well meant but impetuous nature coupled with an overdeveloped sense of initiative soon leads trouble dispite his more erudite mild mannered companion  attempts at moderating him as they both start to learn the ropes  in their first term.
My copy is a nineteen sixty-two Collins hardback where I'm sure the one I had at school would of been  from the mid seventies edition.

Down at the excercise yard

Continuing in an oblique way at where discipline came in, the one other option outside of your home was school and for many of us a frequent flash point was PT which had its own part of the uniform and rules were enforced b the PT or Games Mistress

One common rule was we wore gym knickers for exercise in, taking off our regular ones because it was healthier and no shorts.

For a very long time the rule for boys was similar except they were to wear their cotton shorts without any underpants which given the muddy games they played made sense. Anyone who didn't got slippered and that jolly well stung!.
You also HAD to shower afterwards and reapply your regular uniform, often subject to inspection and yet more opportunity to administer swats to your behind.