Survival!

So on we go. My weekend was blessedly quiet. ....several phone callers checked thst I was still alive. I think I was able to reassure them. Memory is a wonderful thing. I have recalled past years and important events in my life with incredulity. I seem to have covered a lot of ground..literally. My upbringing in Lancashire was never easy, having an alcoholic father but my great escape got me away from the rows and disturbances at home. I still remember my joy at being accepted for college . It meant leaving home to live with a couple of hundred girls . What I learned in those days in college was far more important than the Literature which was my best subject. Going out on teaching pratice was educational in its own special way. I saw that I was not alone. Other families coped with difficult parents too. In the aftermath of us being at war lots of things were scarce...even bread was on ration once. I did most of our shopping...which really just meant I got into a queue and waited my turn to pick up the meagre rations that were supoosed to last us a week. I have remembered so much in lockdown from those times. They were hard but we survived! ...most of us anyway. And we will survive this too. God willing.