March 30th, 2018

I didn't get much more than an hour sleep last night as I was quite wound up about the course mark, albeit a good clear pass it was way below mt expectations and almost as if the marker hadn't read any of the appendices which were attached with all the research and interview notes. It seems he an ex school teacher turned vicar from Kelsall, there seems to be quire a lot of ex teachers kicking about from my recollections there was just one good guy when I was at school, our art teacher. I used to come in at lunch time and sort out the cupboards which were full of old picture post magazines, he was a cartoonist outside of school like the woodwork teacher was a joiner at weekends and summer evenings.

I managed to get out of PT when Jock Galloway went too far with his sordid behaviour, he used to do what he wanted with the lads and hope a mars bar after would make it ok. While he was out of the room I had a not too serious fall from the ropes, he was worried that my parents would put in a complaint he shouldn't have left the class alone in the gym.  The head master was used to it being a public ie private school, we were about the third year of council house intakes to grammar school, I bet he hated us, he couldn't bear to look at you, scwuffy wuffians as Reg Burton the music teacher called us. There were superb moments there but mostly despite the teachers.

I can hear fireworks being let off outside, strange behaviour on Good Friday, mind you Lower Peover school kids tried their best to wreck our big clean up when they had their end of term service in our church, they ripped out loads more backing from the seat cushions, strewn about with paper, sweet wrappers and pencils - to cap mit all they had rigged a booby trap at the side door, at the end of the Good Friday service as the ministry team left , the girls stood to the side ready for me to open the door, I pulled it and the fire extinguisher fell down my leg and on my foot, just a small cut but if it had been Mandy I'm sure it would have been a fracture.

Living in an affluent area doesn't do anything to improve behaviour of kids, the teachers just stand by and let it happen.  Anyway I nearly got my next course project completed, 6 hours through the night, I'll have to delete a few bits written in annoyance but then again perhaps I should have the courage to leave them in. I've been trimming up photo files to get stashed in the archive folders, masses in a great backlog as usual. I'll try again tomorrow, we are having a glass of champagne now to relax with, a long lay in tomorrow, perhaps finally get the PMP van loaded for Detling, the weather next Saturday could be ok for it but Thursday Friday don't look that great, no accommodation booked yet though.Cover done for the latest Immingham truck films