For 2 days I was a latchkey kid. Or was I? The back door was never locked so I didn’t need a key. I can’t recall how old I was but if I ran home from school there was Muffin the Mule or The Flower Pot Men on, on tv. I do remember thinking how I wished the tv would warm up quicker though. Those two days stayed in my memory. I was bored. Feeling unable to go out and play with my friends as my foster mother would worry if I wasn’t in when she got home. Many years later I asked her where she was when I had to come home and not have her there. Seems she was at a funeral the first day and out with a few of her sisters, the 2nd. An afternoon showing of a film one of her sisters had been banned from seeing by her husband. Much to my annoyance she couldn’t recall the name of the film but said it was a pathetic one, bad actors, silly story line and not in the least as interesting as her sisters husband must have thought, to females.
What to do with immigrants? - ask Shakespeare


