That’s estate agent-speak for student digs, flats, bedsits, studios and peasant hovels. Where and how you live as a student is a whole world of amusing—or horrifying—stories. Or you could turn the phrase around and say ‘My Occupation of Multiple...
The medical school itself being a mixed time emotionally, I engineered other ‘escapes’. We are talking the mid to late 50s here, not the 60s. Coffee bars in Soho, rather than binge drinking and drugs. I was a very temperate and rather inhibited young woman, I guess,...
So! We’ve finished with school and covered my starting at university, with my inadequate science background safely behind me. Middlesex Hospital Medical School—an ambition achieved! As they say, ‘Be careful what you wish for!’ However, I enjoyed the first three years...
At this point I find that I do not want, necessarily, to write of the girls I was at school with. Most of the memories are happy and the friendships certainly have lasted many years, unless sadly cut short in a few instances. Having worked with the mentally ill and...
It was wartime. We kept chickens. We had cats. The chickens inhabited a wire mesh enclosure taking up a large part of the vegetable garden. The cats would sit and stare at the chickens through the mesh, slinking gradually closer. The chickens would begin to assemble...
In the summer of 1950, aged 13 and three quarters, I remember being taken by my mother to a meeting of her Old School Association in Sevenoaks. My grandparents had served in the Baptist Missionary Society for many years in Orissa, India. Indeed my grandmother had been...
