Teased By Day ,Tortured By Night.....

A Memory of Mobberley.

The first time i read anyone's memoir of their days at Mobberley Boys,they claimed them as fond almost happy days! I panicked for a minute thinking there were two schools of the same name! Of course,for me there was only one Mobberley!
The coldest,frostiest morning of my short stay at Broome House was to be my last and i didnt know it til i was being ushered to the front door still eating breakfast! Id been taken there eight weeks earlier to have an assessment report written,which was just perfect because i didnt have carry on planning the demise of my hateful and abusive father! Somehow,that morning as we arrived in a much bigger facility,as you pull into mobberley boys you have the almost bauhaus looking admin block that had that great square arch in the middle of it. It was foggy when i arrived so i couldnt see carpenter house. Carpenter house came into view late that morning whilst carrying loads of kit that i think i was grateful for but knew i was to hate having.....unit 2 was to be where the nightmare for no.77 started!
Peter&Sue Stringer were my house parents with Mr (fatty) Howell the house master,also we had a bachelor house parent who lived on the top floor of the admin block by the name of Mr Poole. I arrived aged 12yr 4mth and any remaining thread of childhood however slight left my being forever that day!

Will write more next time if ok