Welcome To My Nightmare
A Memory of Glenfield.
I remember this place well. The people ran it like a victorian workhouse. You wouldn't believe some of the things that went on here; when I didn't eat my dinner (I didn't like meat), I sat there ages looking at it then got sent to bed. Got up for school next day and got that cold dinner for breakfast. Went to school and yes, came home to that same dinner - I can't remember how long it went on for. I for one, was glad of a school dinner because they didn't make me eat what I didn't like. Then there was the abuse; less said about that after all these years; the better. Thank God for Mr and Mrs Garbett and their daughter Miriam. Things got a lot better when her mam and dad took over, how I wish I had a normal childhood like other kids.
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My name back then was: Peter Marshall (also know as pudding)