LAUGHING TORSO Irish lady my family knew had three little girls; I stayed with them as often as I could escape from home and was really happy. When we left Ireland I had to be carried on to the boat wailing loudly with misery. We went back to Tenby and my parents went to Malta, leaving me with my Grandmother. I spent most of my time and money on fishing; I sat daily on the end of the old pier alone with a line and caught pollack and sometimes sprats which were generally too small to cook. One day I met a butcher boy whose face I had never liked, so I kicked his tray of meat over and hit him in the stomach; I was rescued by two nuns and taken home to my infuriated Grandmother. I made friends with bathing-machine boys whom I found sympathetic and a pleasant change from home life. I learnt the pleasing expression of ec Bloody b-----r " from them, which I found acted very effectively on a nasty park keeper. I also had a dispute with my Grandmother who locked me into a bedroom and spoke about the devil, so I threw a basin., a jerry, a jug and two bananas out of the window and knocked her down. Every day I rode on a fat pony kept by the sweep but I only rode it because I liked the sweep, who was a nice kindly old man and not because of his pony, which was old and fat.