Friday, June 02, 2006
Everyone had jobs to do. Mine were variously... laying the fire - first chop the sticks and fill the coal scuttle - remember to sweep up afterwards.
... cleaning the family's shoes. Granny's are the lumpy ones with room for her corns and they have to be brushed with a wire brush. I loved to clean the red shoes with slimy paint from a tube.
...and collecting littlest sister from nursery school and running for the bus. That's my best scab on the back of my leg. I kept it going for a whole year, digging at it with my compass or fountain pen. It was something to do when school was too boring and my nails were already bitten past the quick.
("Don't get your foot stuck in a grating", Dad used to say as we were going out.)
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