Happy Birthday Molly :o)

For you... blue skies and balloons.

I hope you have a happy day Molly. 

The year I turned seven my teacher was called Mrs Archibald. She was a tall teacher who had short, wavy, dark hair. Often she wore a large locket on a chain around her neck. She used to tell us stories about her daughters who were teenagers. She smiled a lot and was kind.

I remember that she used to lean over me when she looked at my handwriting and sort of squashed me against that locket. 

I didn't like that much and so I always try NOT to lean over children when I look at their work!