Education and what it can mean

Yesterday I had the opportunity to visit another Catholic school in East London. The journey from Chelmsford was a real trip back to the past especially when we drove through Ilford, Manor Park and Forest Gate. Road names remain but so much has changed. 

We passed my old secondary school, the entrance door still familiar and the wall that cocooned us girls from the outside world still in tact.

We continued to drive down a road that I used to walk to the tennis courts, and to the Church where we celebrated many a Mass.


All this made me realise how fortunate I had been to have had a top class education, that despite my humble beginnings, my parents gave me the best start they could. I loved school and in the main,  academia suited me. This was a springboard for me and most days I am thankful for my language skills, my mathematical ability and my knowledge of the world and history.

Not everyone has these opportunities, or the support to make the most of them. For some, school and to conform, are not happy bed fellows, but we need to find a way to engage, support and encourage these as they deserve. 

One of my favourite songs is ‘different corner’ by George Michael, and I often reflect on the choices that my parents, myself and my husband have made. My life could have been very different but I have been lucky and I appreciate all that has been done for me.


The school I visited faces so many challenges: gang culture, poverty, immigrants, and inner city anxieties, but there was such a positive vibe within the school, a real determination to achieve and be the best you can be. It was a delight, but it’s tough I’m sure. 


I returned home and we all went to the polling station together to vote, and I recanted about my day and my journey, appreciation of where my family live, the opportunities that they have had and continue to have! 

A surprise flying visit

After a disastrous mothers’ day flower fiasco, I decided on a brief trip to see my parents and also be with my mum on her birthday, so flights, buses and trains were duly booked. 


I left a gloriously warm and sunny England for a less warm Scotland, with a delayed flight all part of the experience. 

The surprise duly delivered, there was a quick run through the Monday’s many culinary treats. First off was lunch with a couple of relatives and very pleasant it was too, although a glimpse of life as an octegenarian was disturbing! Bins: the variety of them and the £25 fee-first world problems! And it didn’t stop there with politics next, so I steered conversation to holidays and more fun topics


Lunch was followed by tea, coffee and large cream scones- why? Because they were free? 😲

Back home for a titivate then on to dinner at a favourite tapas restaurant in Broughty Ferry.

Scrumptious and plentiful where more cud chewing ensued, with the usual deprecation and laughter.😂😂🤗

A drive home, comfortably satiated and suitably hydrated after an early celebration for mum’s birthday, we settled down to watch the penultimate broadchurch episode. 

Birthday girl was up, cards opened and a lovely breakfast was consumed. Plan for the day was a bijou shopping trip to finishing touches( a girl can never have too many bags, scarves or assorted trinkets for body or home!) then lunch at the townhouse. 


Home and an impromptu visit from Mabel, more laughter then it was time for the station and begin the trip home. 

Hugs, kisses, expressions of thanks and the warm feeling of a memory made and knowledge that we will be together in 8 weeks.

Train to haymarket, then airlink bus to airport, effortlessly simple. Time to browse in duty free ( sorry kevin! ) then good flight arriving early and great to be back, with Kevin’s cheery smile to greet me. Cuddles from Nina and a catch up from the last couple of days. 


Short trip but sweet, I admit to being exhausted, but I am very fortunate to still have both my parents to share time with, however short it may be. Although with all we ate, it felt more like a week!