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As was not uncommon children needed to go to hospital to have various bits and pieces removed or added or for illnesses to be over come. My father had been admitted for the common tonsils and adenoids op. St Alphages(?) Woolwich.

Having had the ubiquitous Admission bath, although freshly scrubbed at home in the tin bath in front of the fire, he was admitted to the ward where he was processed.

Knowing that he was going into hospital his mother had saved his weet ration for him and put them into a tin for him to dip into when he got the need.

In order for them not to 'go astray' a staff nurse kindly took the tin for safe keeping but, to ensure it was nothing untoward, took a peek inside. The 3 or 4 weeks of the rationed sweets enlarged the eys so much she almost dropped the tin. And then, turning to my father, told him that he couldn't keep them as there were other children in the ward and promptly dispatched the lot into a ward 'comfort' tin. For the benefit of the patients or the staff he knew not but is miffed to this day about the sweets he never got!

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