Saturday, February 03, 2007

Monday February 20th 1933

Late up – no breakfast. Went to the shop and said I was not well enough to work. Mr. Bates made me stop, saying I was well enough for odd jobs. After cleaning the windows I was allowed to go to the doctor. Tannahill, near No 89. It had to be lanced. Finger on a table – sharp instrument – “look away” – a touch – a searing pain – a screw turning in my finger – I did not look – over! Beads of blood and matter on my finger. I felt ill. I took the sickness certificate to the shop and told Mr. Bates. He was as pleasant and sympathetic as I expected. I went to the Prudential, the library, and had a haircut. Then…..Peace.

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