started training in only the second year of the NHS.
She remembers a 58½ hour week with only one day off;
being noisily hustled out of bed at 6.30; three in a
room with only one wardrobe and a house-sister
nicknamed Miss Hatchet. But also a lovely tutor who
taught them about parts of the body they had never
heard of. There was a fierce matron who had so many
nurses “on the carpet” that there was a worn patch in
front of her desk.
to make their own caps out of white cardboard, spend
hours making swabs and cotton wool balls and so much
time cleaning medicine cupboards with ethyl meth that
they sometimes became “high”. Syringes were treated
for sharpness and re-sharpened if necessary! Then
there was climbing in through the linen room window
when late home from the nearby RAF camp. What a Carry