Irene’s war

MUM says the wedding was just what everyone needed and it fair cheered her up. Dad’s moaning cos he’s got sore feet from all the dancing. The dancing was my favourite bit, especially when me and Betty

SATURDAYS were no fun when Mum was on shift. She’d made it clear that while she was at the hospital, whoever was left in the house was expected to get on with all the jobs that had to be done. Today t

NOTHING to report, Grant, except the usual niggles with the coal delivery. “Here, have a cup before I go.” “Thanks, Jim. I’m fair parched.” Grant removed his bicycle clips and accepted the proffered t

FOUR out of five sums wrong, Irene. Go and take another look at them and keep your wits about you this time.” Miss Simpson spoke sharply, and Irene kept her head down as she scuttled back to her desk.

MUM?” Becky said. “When did you know Dad was the man for you?” “What? Pretty early, I think,” Frances replied, taken aback. “It’s so far in the past, I can’t remember.” “It’s important. Try and think

POSTERS for a touring circus blossomed in shop windows, and on any vacant stretch of boarding. Some were pasted on top of other posters, from many seasons ago. They were a snowstorm of colour to catch