My parents are wonderful and loving people who struggled to bring us up in a rapidly changing world. Kids made their own entertainment, those lucky enough to have a TV used to invite the neighbours in when something important was on. When I got home I stupidly told my dad what had happened, this earned me a second spanking, for being so stupid as to say anything. Once his sister came along and wanted to play, but the sight, and smell, of the hairy fat thing between her legs put me right off. Very few families in our village even had a car at that time. I must have been 7 or 8 when I first got into trouble at school, I kicked a ball through a window, I was summoned to the Headmaster. I had a happy middle class childhood, being born into post war Britain, rationing was just ending, work was plentiful, kids were on the whole well behaved and discipline at school was real! yurgh! Once inside his “office” an oversized store room with no windows, and a door that was locked all the time,
