It was thirty years since we met one Sunday afternoon, in a rather stark nurses’ home, where we lived at the start of our training. We were part of a set of 60. (Other ‘sets’ also lived in the home, including the ‘God-Squad.’) No men and no male visitors were permitted in the rooms after a certain time. We had a night porter and a home matron. We had to be adults on the wards and were treated like children in the home. Continue reading “Reunion”
Boadicea's Chariot 