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Post by ambersparkle on Jan 27, 2021 18:57:38 GMT
Although the Place was beautiful, The Food was of the highest Quality, the Wages were good, but I could not face the Sights that I had to deal with, some dreadful Burn Cases, of course, not being medically trained, I had nothing to do with that side of it. Just to see that the Children were well looked after, many of them in Wheelchairs. but I did not have the Stomach for it. One little Girl, would get out of her Cot in the middle of the Night, every Night, and get into my Bed, she always had a dripping wet Nappy. I will never forget some of the dreadful Burn Cases, I just could not hack it. What I did like however, was having a Wage, and with my first Wage, bought myself a lovely dusty Pink Suit, with matching Hat. So, I was 18, wanted to see the World, so cast around, to find a way to achieve this. At the time, I saw an Ad for NAAFI Workers, that looked promising, so wrote Home telling my Mother I was going to Apply, my goodness ! the Letter I had by return from the Pater, just about scorched the Paper,who said they were nothing but Whores, and Comic Singers, never really fathomed out how he knew that! or what was meant by Comic Singers! So, knew I had to be crafty in my next Venture.
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