As a teenager waiting for the bus home after school, I saw my bus coming and stuck my hand out. I was so focussed on ‘my’ bus I didn’t notice another bus swing in. It hit my outstretched hand and I stumbled on to my bus in considerable pain. I had a piano lesson that afternoon and was so embarrassed explaining to my piano teacher why I couldn’t use my left hand.
Soops kitchen, a place of reflection, refuge and at times revelry.
Do you agree with me or parent and child?


