My Grandmother’s Kitchen


My Grandmother’s Kitchen The numb stone floor thuds against my shoe As my fingers graze the stained wood-mix worktops. I can see Mum searching for plastic bags In the shed that I used to play in. Triumphant, she comes in clutching An array of cobalt, green and white. “We will be leaving soon,” she says,…Read more My Grandmother’s Kitchen

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My Room, My Rules!


Normally I am quite a mellow (and odd) person, shouting requires far too much effort so it is easier to remain calm. Although, the year seven students I have been teaching recently have certainly attempted to test my patience! So when it came to moving back into my room, I wanted to do something that…Read more My Room, My Rules!