I have just found out that my little G.E. turned up to a night-shift as a student paediatric nurse last week, and was given the solo job of looking after a three year-old boy whose entire family had been killed in a car-crash. He was the only survivor.
Apparently, he spent most of the night asking for his Mummy.
It only seems like yesterday since I was holding her three year-old hand as we crossed the road as safely as possible, and I remember the feeling of almost stifling responsibility.
F..K OFF! - Now I am not all Julie Andrews when it comes down to a good swear, but I do think that there is a time and a place for expletives to be unleashed! The odd...
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