Cairtndhu boyhood

Cairndhu is a fictional place but our village was much like it, mixed farming and small mines and everyone a character. The trouble is I get lost among the memories and forget the teachers. After miss Russel we had a newly qualified teacher, called Miss Johnson. She might have been new but she had been well trained and I remember learning things in her class. Which means it was disciplined and organised and didn't have the same possibilities for high jinks. She taught us, eight year olds, how parliament worked and having watched the odd session on TV, they could do with Miss Johnson to keep them in order and stop the nastiness. If we'd behaved in one of her 'debates' like they do in Westminster, the strap would have been in constant use. Still, they are adults and don't need disciplining like eight year old school children.

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