大象传媒

In 1944 when I was three, my mother sister,and brother were living in Norwich with my aunt,while my father was away fighting in france. Norwich at that time had been severly bombed,and at the back of my aunts house were a row of houses that had been reduced to rubble by the bombing,and this was one of our favourite places to play.
One day while my mother and aunt had gone shopping. I fell over on the bomb-site and gashed my leg open on a broken lavatory pan,so my sister and my cousin carried me to the local nurses house, where she bandaged me up,as there was no doctor available at that time.
The nurse gave instructions that I was to stay in bed until my leg had healed, so at three years old I was restricted to my bed for two weeks,with just my aunts canary which was brought up to my bedroom to keep me company.
As I had no stitches I was left with a large scar just below my knee,and even today if I am wearing shorts it can cause comments,but I always say. Oh that! "Its just my war wound"

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