Grandpa lush was Mum’s Dad. He used to be bullied by his wife. He would come and take refuge with us in the school room which was in a wooden hut at Brookside. She was always giving him jobs to do that he didn’t want. She was rather a frightening lady, you only had to stick your nose around the door, and you would be given a job to do. My father found a way out if this by dropping a tray carrying china which then smashed into bits. He was never given a job after that.