Monday 11th October 1943
Squalls of rain freshened the air this morning.
Paced 25 furlongs.
Worked in OT in the afternoon. Apparently it was closed on Friday soon after I left and is only just beginning to open again in a cautious manner. This episode was gleaned from the narratives gained from 4 different and separate people. It should be entitled:
“COL. HOUGHTON-KERR T.D. M.D. STRIKES AGAIN”
“RUTHLESSLY CLOSES DOWN THREE OCCUPATIONAL THERAPY DEPARTMENTS”
““Go and pick paper and stones!” cries irate Colonel”
It seems that two pairs of scissors were missing... Everyone was suspected of the theft, except the score of Arab “Gippo” workers who are employed in tearing off the roof. The grenadier-like sister i/c OT reported her loss to the Colonel. That worthy immediately closed down the book binding, leather work and drawing departments, crying “Get out! All of you! Until the scissors are found you can pick up paper and stones, like the rest!” Exeunt patients.
This was only a temporary fit of petulance however and several workers dribbled back today and were permitted to carry on with their jobs. The sister hopes that things will be as usual tomorrow.
... But what a pity that I always seem to miss being an actual witness of the Colonel's king-like stormings!
Paced 25 furlongs.
Worked in OT in the afternoon. Apparently it was closed on Friday soon after I left and is only just beginning to open again in a cautious manner. This episode was gleaned from the narratives gained from 4 different and separate people. It should be entitled:
“COL. HOUGHTON-KERR T.D. M.D. STRIKES AGAIN”
“RUTHLESSLY CLOSES DOWN THREE OCCUPATIONAL THERAPY DEPARTMENTS”
““Go and pick paper and stones!” cries irate Colonel”
It seems that two pairs of scissors were missing... Everyone was suspected of the theft, except the score of Arab “Gippo” workers who are employed in tearing off the roof. The grenadier-like sister i/c OT reported her loss to the Colonel. That worthy immediately closed down the book binding, leather work and drawing departments, crying “Get out! All of you! Until the scissors are found you can pick up paper and stones, like the rest!” Exeunt patients.
This was only a temporary fit of petulance however and several workers dribbled back today and were permitted to carry on with their jobs. The sister hopes that things will be as usual tomorrow.
... But what a pity that I always seem to miss being an actual witness of the Colonel's king-like stormings!
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