I was moved about 11 times until I was around 9 years old, we had to keep moving as my father had to get work, I am not sure if this is true.   Anyway the moving part is as I had to keep making new friends.  Around 1964 I reached Leytonstone UK and went to Cann Hall School my first year in Junior and my new teacher.  Unfortunately she turned out to be very spiteful lady, I was stood up in front of class and hit over head with ruler as I kept asking to go to the toilet.  I had been in hospital before this nearly died and a part of my health problems I was left with were needing to go to the toilet regularly urgently.  My mum had spoken to the school before my going there and was told there was no problem but this teacher would not allow it.  Anyways needless to say I did not want to go to school, I did not want to live where we was we had come from a large house and garden to a town house yard back garden very small and I had to make friends again,  Life was difficult as I was a quite and frightened little girl with no confidence.   My mum is a lovely lady and then she was very caring and loving she had to work hard for a living and worked from home on the machine from early hours of morning to late at night.  She would start work before we got up, give us breakfast and send us on our way, we lived on the street of the school so no roads or problems walking ourselves.  she would then get back onto machine, she would break again at about 11 to cook and feed for my father and then again at 12 to feed my brother and me, each time getting back onto machine in between then back onto the machine. she would always have something prepared for after school and then back on the machine while we played indoors or on the street outside our house in summer.   She would carry on until about 10pm then stop to clean the house and prepare it for the next day to start all over again.  My father well I would see him for a few minutes and then he was gone either football,running or other women so not much time with him…………… Life was different for my mum, no time for herself, no money for herself, just hard work and lovingly looking after us.  I am so glad times have changed, I shall write more soon about my Saturdays with my mum.