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Chapter 5: Queen Mary's in Surrey
I thought Queen Mary's Hospital was so large, almost a village but without shops or a pub. Its entrance was up a long drive past the gatehouse. On our first morning early in January 1948, everywhere was white with frost and very cold. Nurses rushed past wearing thick heavy cloaks.
The wards were single-storey buildings set in unnamed streets, named alphabetically and by number. The cerebral palsy unit was known as C8. There was a school, a chapel, a meeting hall and a dental surgery, which, once visited, all the children hated. The cerebral palsy unit had one classroom for about ten children aged from five to ten years old. We had two teachers. I was the only child ...