Thursday 30th January 1992 After dinner 19:10
“I’ve got a job.”
Dad and I raised our eyebrows.
“I didn’t think that Alf was looking for a new paper boy,” Dad said.
“He’s not. It’s in the hospital.”
“In the hospital!” Dad coughed and spluttered as his tea went down the wrong way. I gritted my teeth.
“Yes, I am going to be the assistant bed manager. It is work experience but I’m getting paid.” Declan smiled smugly at me as he said this.
Dad looked horrified. “How can you be the assistant bed manager?”
“My training starts next week.”