Saturday 20th February 1937
My last morning at the Works. Could hardly realise the break which was upon me. Did not seem real. Only a few people at the works knew I was going.
Gave my overalls to AB Simpkins. Mr Ellis (I still call him Mr because he was my first instructor and therefore respected) shook hands and made a little speech.
Harris, also. Curiously, those two men have been my most consistent friends. Val, Mad Willy and I exchanged a few vague phrases – his motor bike engine roaring.
A hard mornings work. Filthy hands. Well, they won’t be so dirty next week.
As I left the works – alone – it was a lovely, sunny morning, but dark clouds rolled up. Hail fell as I waited for the bus. And then the skies cleared again!
Gave my overalls to AB Simpkins. Mr Ellis (I still call him Mr because he was my first instructor and therefore respected) shook hands and made a little speech.
Harris, also. Curiously, those two men have been my most consistent friends. Val, Mad Willy and I exchanged a few vague phrases – his motor bike engine roaring.
A hard mornings work. Filthy hands. Well, they won’t be so dirty next week.
As I left the works – alone – it was a lovely, sunny morning, but dark clouds rolled up. Hail fell as I waited for the bus. And then the skies cleared again!
posted by Paul Wilson at 7:30 pm
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