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We didn’t have to go round checking that the lights were out, the fellows did all that sort of thing. We were mostly involved in helping people with children and one thing and another. We were in the British Red Cross too. We had to walk to the Antrim Road for that. Our Commandant was there, I can’t remember her name. Of course we did all our first aid training there and sat our exams, until it came to the point where they wanted us to go into the hospital and train there, but I didn’t want to go any further.

During the training, we took turns at being the casualty, which was a laugh! I had to go onto this waste ground on a Sunday morning and lie there until an ambulance came. They did what they had to do with me, and then picked me up. Well, I had danced all Saturday night, gone home and forgot about Sunday morning. When I woke I thought "I’m supposed to be on waste ground for a casualty", so I had no time to put stockings on, put the shoes on I had worn on Saturday night, with a high heel, and ran all the way there. When I got there I was footless — pain in my feet! So when they put me in the ambulance and took me to the Royal, they had to bandage my feet because of all the blisters — you should have seen them! So it was a bit of a laugh! That was a Sunday morning, and I’m lying on the ground, and thinking to myself "anyone walking past would think what kind of a fool is that — that’s so ridiculous!"

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