Joe in the world

My first day at school went very well , at least in my estimation. It began with my mother taking me there and leaving. Unlike some of the other children I did not cry, I think I saw it as an opportunity for freedom and adventure. However by lunch time school had failed to measure up to my expectations so I decided it was time to go home.At that time , which was about 1943 my mother and I were living with my paternal grandmother in a very large house that she had
bought in a village called Rolleston on Dove near Stoke on Trent. My father was not living with us at the time because of the war.He was serving in the inteligence corp of the Royal Welsh Fusiliers