:: From Thaw (part of the In The Frame collection)
I was so depressed that a dose of self-flagellation would have come as light relief. The half term holiday didn’t help - I’d a mountain of work to shift before exams and nobody had time to help. dad was watching over the spiritual needs of three parishes and Mum was fighting off the ‘flu epidemic down at the so-called Health Clinic, abit of an oxymoron just then. so I was left to get on with my work alone. Nothing was new in that: I’d spent most of my childhood alone - viacarge children often do.
Not that I minded; for years I’d been too busy working towards the Great Escape to worry about being lonely.
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