Stories of Kindness
When we walked the pups last night, we saw Tess (the dog)’s dad. The three of us chatted whilst socially distancing ourselves and we were talking about the shopping fiasco we’ve got here at the minute with coronavirus.
I was traveling on a local train with my husband and our bicycles. It was the start of a week-long cycle tour of Suffolk. The Saxmundham train was a busy train. We sat at a table opposite a gentleman who was engrossed in sketching passengers on the train.
I was working at Glaxo Laboratories in Middlesex and had to travel by tube train from Uxbridge to Sudbury Hill every day. My husband Steve was away in the RAF and I was pregnant and had morning sickness – morning, noon and night.
I passed my eleven plus exam and was required to attend a very posh grammar school. I came from a poor background. My dad was a postman and my mum was a housewife. Consequently, when I started grammar school, I had a second hand uniform, was unable to attend school trips
I was out in town in Liverpool one night at the height of my downward spiral. I was very close to rock bottom. I had taken too many drugs and drank far too much.
I was driving to work from Great Yarmouth to Wroxham when I got a puncture. As I stood at the side of the road, a man pulled up in his car
Craig and I had a car accident. A lady came out of her home in her dressing gown
I was 11 and for the first time ever, I was going to cook something! It was apple crumble in Domestic Science class a few weeks into my first term at the high school
Towing another boat for repair, the tow boat’s engined failed. The river was flooded and the water was racing into a culvert–a drain tunnel
On a holiday cruiser, we were moored up in front of a lock while babysitting our youngest son. My wife was returning from shopping for supplies