The meal before off

Guess what it's doing as I type this? Yes, raining again!

As I sit looking at the clouds through the window here indoors, my mind runs back to ones boyhood experiences at home - and for being at boarding school for part of that time they're different than a good many - and routines such as meal times specifically how that got into various activities we had.

These may of included going to things like organized trips, weekend scout activities or an evening session.

For reason I won't go into the nature of dad's employment could and did mean he could be called away on Saturdays for reasons we'd never be told of (not even NOW) so seeing your brothers in at least part cub or scouts uniform at the meal table with mum alone wasn't unknown and obviously at that point you're representing them.

After finishing eating and any last minute preparing, your coat and footwear suitably polished would go on as you then made your way out promising to let her know if anything changes which was different in the era of call boxes rather than mobile phones.

That kind of scene and it's emotions don't leave you, one reason you look back those times the way you do.