December 7th, 2015
High standards in a Victorian household
Mrs Verall was crossing the landing of her house when she heard laughing coming from her daughters’ bedroom. Curiosity got the better of her, and she opened the door. Her two children, Daisy and George, twins aged eighteen, were kneeling on the floor looking at a magazine. Upon their mother’s entry, Daisy quickly scooped it up and hid it behind her back.
“What are you looking at that is so amusing?” Asked their mother.
“Nothing Mother, just a silly magazine.” Replied Daisy.
“From where did you obtain this magazine?” Asked mother.
Daisy and George looked at one another.
“We found it, Mother,” said George, with guilt written all over his face.
December 1st, 2015
The Way it used to be in Victorian Times
The year is 1875 and Mrs Askew, the wife of an eminent doctor, was taking the air near to her home in a fashionable part of London. As she passed a row of large terraced houses, she noticed a house with a brass plate next to the door, which she hadn’t seen before. Curiosity got the better of her and she mounted the three steps to the door to read the plate.
Mrs D Massey Professional Chastiser.
She shrugged and moved on. The following week she was sitting in her lounge browsing through her ladies magazine when an advertisement caught her eye.
November 21st, 2015
An Interesting Discussion at Work
Three women were on their lunch break at work in the late 1970s; Janice, aged 33, Linda, aged 27 and Jackie, aged 17. The conversation over the table as they ate their lunch turned to school.
“So how does work compare with school?” Linda asked Jackie.
“No comparison. At least at work you’re treated like an adult, no rules, no discipline and best of all no punishments,” said Jackie.
“I’ll agree with you there,” said Janice.
“You’re the oldest one here, Jan, what sort of punishments did you get?” Asked Linda.
“I went to a grammar school where most girls were well behaved. The headmistress had a cane, but it was rarely used. Very few of the teachers used corporal punishment; those that did used a slipper. The one that did use it the most was the games mistress. The least little thing and out it came.”
November 7th, 2015
News of a new headmistress is discussed
Laura was sitting at the dinner table with her Mum, Dad and Brother. They had just finished their meal when mum spoke.
“Have you heard anything about your new headmistress yet?” She asked Laura.
“No I haven’t. A lot of people think Mrs Walsh will get it,” replied Laura.
“What do you think?” Asked Mum.
“Dunno,” replied Laura.
“It’s ‘I don’t know’, Laura. How many times have I told you to speak properly,” said Mum. “You should know better at your age. You’re eighteen, not eight!”
“Sorry. I don’t know,” said Laura. ‘She’s always on at me about the way I talk,’ thought Laura.
November 2nd, 2015
Being sent out of class means even more trouble for two girls.
We’re at school with that terrible twosome, Laura & Karen; sixth formers in trouble again. We join the pair as they lounge against the wall outside the classroom, having been sent out for talking and giggling. Suddenly at the end of the corridor appeared the figure of Mrs Roberts, the deputy head.
“Hey, look out,” said Laura, nudging Karen as she spotted the figure striding towards them.
“Now we’re for it,” muttered Karen, as both girls stood up straight.
“What are you two doing?” Mrs Roberts asked as she reached the pair.
Both girls looked at one another, shifting uneasily as they stood there. Karen was the first to speak.
October 30th, 2015
Poor Sales figures mean another reprimand
Our story this time takes place late one Friday afternoon in the office of Debbie Williams, a thirty something sales manager of a pharmaceutical company. She is studying a computer print-out of last months sales figures of one of her new staff, Karen Oliver. She picks up the phone and dials the number.
“Karen, come into my office now, please.”
A few moments later there is a knock on the door.
“You want to see me Debbie?” Enquired Karen, stepping into the office.
Karen is early twenties, fairly tall with dark hair and wearing a dark blue trouser suit.
October 26th, 2015
Horse riding can lead to a sore bottom in more ways than one.
We visit the Barrington-Brown household where, on the last weekend of the school holidays, Fiona and Emma have just been out horse riding. Emma was just eighteen, while Fiona, two years her senior, was home from university.
“Fiona, Emma, come here,” said their mother as they entered the house.
“Yes, mummy, what is it?” Asked Fiona, puzzled at her mother’s rather stern tone.
“Your father is waiting for you in the study,” replied their mother.
“What for?” Asked Emma.
“I’m sure he’ll tell you soon enough,” said mother.
“Are we supposed to have done something wrong?” Asked Fiona. The girls were only called to the study when one or both of them had misbehaved.
October 25th, 2015
Forgetfulness isn’t appreciated by this gym mistress. By a new writer to us.
Lisa and Karen had just arrived in the changing room for their PE lesson. They had gone to their lockers to collect their kit when Lisa spoke.
“Oh no, I’ve left my shorts at home again.”
“Not again,” retorted Karen. “You’ll be for it this time.”
“Don’t I know it? Especially as we’re now in the upper sixth,” replied Lisa. ”She said next time I’d be for it.”
‘She’ is Miss Woods, a young PE teacher aged about thirty and fairly popular with the girls.
“What am I going to do?” Wailed Lisa, rummaging in her locker and hoping that she hadn’t left her shorts behind after all.