By
this time all three of us were at the lovely primary school I told you about
before.
When
we first started there it was a split site school with the couple of years on
one site and then up to a very old school building for the last couple of
years. The school had been very keen for a long time to try and get the school
onto one site, but the Local Education Authority hadn’t got the money to do it.
It was realised though that I would find it very difficult to get around the
building in a wheelchair. By this time I was finding it increasingly hard to
walk and I had a tendency to fall over! The LEA surveyed the building and
decided it would be too expensive to do the necessary alterations so they would
put the school onto one site which is what the Head teacher and Governors had
wanted for years. (Yes you have guessed it, the OSO was a Governor at the
School by now!) So result! Every one was very happy. So the junior, the more
modern bit of the School, was extended so the School was now just on one site.
The
School was really good and we all enjoyed going there. As time went on I did
find it more and more difficult to get around, but no one ever seemed to mind,
or in fact really notice much. I had some really good friends and my increasing
disability didn’t bother them, because, of course, of my devastatingly
wonderful personality!
The
main problem though, was the OSO, particularly at Christmas! You know how
schools always like to do a show for all the parents and grandparents at
Christmas? Well our school did some really fantastic shows, not just boring old
nativities, but quite lavish productions which needed us to be dressed in
fantastic costumes which of course all the mums made at home.
The
OSO could only do shepherds!! Basically she couldn’t sew to save her life. She
claimed she was allergic to needles and cotton and the very sight of them made
her come out in a rash and throw up! She really was the limit. Fortunately her
Mum (our Gran) was brilliant at sewing so she helped out. Mum was useless, she
was the only mother who told her sons off for getting badges at cubs and scouts
‘cause it meant she would have to sew them on. When we went to Secondary school
she had to sew the school badge onto out blazer pockets. We had to stand (or
sit in my case because I was in a wheelchair by then) on the skew to make the
badges look straight cause the OSO always sewed them on wonky.
When
Roger and Alistair moved in 6th form much later, she was supposed to
sew blue ribbon all round the edges of the blazer. Some hope!!
So
back to the school Christmas plays, she could only do shepherds because all she
had to do was put a tea towel round our heads and send us to school in our
dressing gowns. It didn’t look very good when I was supposed to be a firework
one year and another year Roger was Joseph in Joseph and his Amazing
Technicolor Coat. The OSO thought he was Joseph, the virgin Mary’s other half!
Yes, you’ve got it, she sent him with a tea towel!
Welcome
to my world!
You
see lots of people thought it was really hard for me having Muscular Dystrophy.
In fact it was a piece of cake compared with having the OSO as a mother!
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