PEAR TREE LOG

pear tree log: I started this blog to keep my younger son, Jonny, in touch with life in Lincolnshire, while he spent a year working in China. That year turned into five! Now he is home and training to become a physics teacher. This is simply a patchwork quilt of some of the things I enjoy - life in rural Lincolnshire, our animals, friends, architecture, books, the gardens, and things of passing interest.



Wednesday, 30 November 2011

From a Zoo in Strawberry Fields and Surgery with a Grimsby Town Chairman!

In no particular order, here are the other jobs which I have had over my many years.  The final list of jobs.  I promise.

  1. I worked in a private zoo - I spent the mornings painting old farm carts and the afternoons were spent in the ticket office and souvenir shop.  The owner's son was my boyfriend at the time - but I am sure I got the job on merit!
  2. When I was a teenager I had a job picking strawberries.  Talk about back breaking work!
  3. I was secretary to a very old fashioned  Sir Lancelot Spratt (James Robertson Justice)  character.  He was a maxillo-facial surgeon; totally non-pc, but with a lovely old-fashioned sense of chivalry at times.  He was great fun to work for and sometimes (on a quiet Friday afternoon) he would allow me to scrub-up to watch, and occasionally 'assist',  in theatre.  It wouldn't be allowed these days!
  4. I spent a year working for an ex-chairman of Grimsby Town Football Club. I mean wow, how exciting is that?  Not very!   I have only ever attended a couple of football matches and those were when my husband and I were first courting.  As soon as I had reeled him in I gave up on pretending to like football, much to his relief!

I won't subject you to more photographs of bad hair-styles, don't worry!

I think that completes my ramble down that particular memory lane.

Was that cheering I heard?

11 comments:

  1. tee hee
    how OLD are you!!!!!!!!???

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  2. John! A gentleman would never ask that question. However, as I'm no lady I'll answer - just don't tell anyone else - I'm 58 years old. Some days I feel much older. xx

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  3. Aw, I was hoping for more photos. I've really enjoyed this stroll.

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  4. Shame on you John for asking such an impertinent question.

    You're as young as the man you feel Elaine. Im 42!

    PS that must have been an awful job - eating, I mean picking all those strawberries LOL.

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  5. You've been to twice the number of pro football matches as me. Gripping aren't they!

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  6. Hi Mitch: Brace yourself, if the haircut next Wednesday is a disaster there could well be another photo.

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  7. Hi Chris! Forty-two? Scarcely out of short pants then? ;D

    Picking strawberries was a nightmare. The 'gang masters' would come along and check the strawberry plants to make sure we had properly stripped them - anyone who had only picked the easy ones had to go back to the beginning. We only got paid a pittance per ton, well it may have been per pound weight. 'Pick your own' is much more fun!

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  8. Hi Cro, Football leaves me cold - and I don't mean from being on the terraces either!

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  9. Many techniques to restore facial defects were invented after the First World War it was also the period where patients increasingly decided to undergo surgery,

    facial surgery

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  10. Hello PeerMurphy, It was indeed; although I am not quite that old.

    It is a fascinating field and I really enjoyed my three years spent working with Mr X, Consultant Maxillo-Facial Surgeon.

    I was very fortunate that he noted my genuine interest and allowed me access to theatre.

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  11. You've led a very interesting life thus far. And on top of all this, you are the LIMERICK QUEEN!

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