I proved to be something of a handful for my totally stressed out, but dear, mother whilst growing up, and was very often on the receiving end of a good wallop or two, on reflection probably well deserved. However, this escalated into a full-blown bend over, pants down leathering, not only once but twice; experiences I will never forget. The first time this occurred, I had been playing up a bit in school and the utterly hopeless teacher, who held absolutely no authority over her class, decided to throw the ball into my mother’s court by sending me home with
