I taught them to cook vidya4 - Flipbook - Page 49
Autumn Term
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reaches a peak when someone falls off their stool, bringing the
lesson to a halt.
‘Bert, if you keep this up, you’ll leave the room.’
‘Keep what up, Miss?’ The faces of Bert and his chums redden
with laughter.
The girls in this group are quieter and kinder. I must say
thankyou to them.
‘Class, these are proper cooking terms and you have to know what
they mean. Knocking up and rubbing in are things you need to learn.’
‘Oh yes’ mutters Len. ‘We’ll learn.’
They must not get the better of me, especially when it is so hot.
Very hot.
After weeks at this school I am still unfamiliar with east
London josh. My worst moment comes during the school versus
teachers hockey match when I wear my University sweatshirt.
Bristol City = Titty