Written by Ann H
Disclaimer: this is a personal blog by a BuDS member. The views expressed are personal and don’t necessarily represent those of BuDS or our Trustees.
Background
It was the summer of 1975. I had left school and was waiting to go the local technical college to do my A Levels. I was bored and lonely. I lived in an isolated vicarage, in a rural location. I had no friends in the village as I had not gone to the local school. There were few bus services. To make matters worse my grandma who lived with us, had had a fall and was now permanently in a long stay Care of the Elderly unit.
My long-term plans were sorted as long as I got the required exam results. At that time to get into a London Teaching Hospital, you needed to apply years in advance. I had secured a place to do general training at Guy’s in August 1977. I was born there, and mum did her training there, so there was an important family link.
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