I am, of course, referring to the weather. But, frankly, if this keeps up for long, it will also
refer to my state of mind. We are not at the end of September yet and today is disgusting.
I had an inkling it was coming when Heather (Ragged Old Blogger) said it was awful yesterday
in Somerset. Now today, it has reached here - strong winds and pouring rain.
Nothing changes you know. It is more than twenty years since I left teaching but today, going
into town to the Bank, I passed teenagers (mainly boys) in their lunch hour, going into town to
the sweet shop rather than eating school dinners. This is a distance of about half a mile - the rain
was pouring down - what kind of protection did the lads have? None. No blazer, no macintosh,
no coat - just blue cotton shirts and navy jumpers. And they would have to sit in them all afternoon
So here is a question for you today, bloggers. Should a Headmaster put out an edict that pupils
may not leave the school premises in the rain without adequate protection against the elements?
Or should he just let them get wet and suffer the consequences?
I smiled to myself as I wrote that. My mother ended up with severe arthritis in her knees. If I knelt on
a cold floor when I was young, she would immediately tell me to get up, reminding me that when she was
in service and had to scrub stone floors - that was when she 'caught' the arthritis that crippled her in the
final years. I would smile to myself and take absolutely no notice. That is the prerogative of the
young I suppose. But now that I have arthritis in my knees it is a different story.
Keep dry and warm.