Three Days in the Far East
I've been in Hull for three days, working. It was fascinating.
We still have all the letters which my Grandpa sent to my Grandma from the Front during the First World War.
These two statements may seem entirely unconnected but they have one thing in common and it's a lack of information.
Because of censorship, nothing of any interest or importance could be put in to Grandpa's letters.
Without censorship, he could have written,"I am a machine-gunner on the Front at a time when the average life of such machine-gunners is about fifteen minutes. We are living in trenches full of mud and many of my fellow soldiers have died this week following a German bombardment."
As it was, his letters are full of "It's been quite a busy few days".
Now then, the only thing - - yes, of course the only thing - that this blog post has in common with Grandpa's letters is that I cannot tell you a thing about what I was doing. I was staying in a very pleasant hotel with lovely food and - joy of joys! - a swimming pool - and working with some really interesting people.
And that's all I can say about the work. However, it was a real delight to be able to swim before breakfast every morning.
Sometimes the best stories are the ones which can't be told.
We still have all the letters which my Grandpa sent to my Grandma from the Front during the First World War.
These two statements may seem entirely unconnected but they have one thing in common and it's a lack of information.
Because of censorship, nothing of any interest or importance could be put in to Grandpa's letters.
Without censorship, he could have written,"I am a machine-gunner on the Front at a time when the average life of such machine-gunners is about fifteen minutes. We are living in trenches full of mud and many of my fellow soldiers have died this week following a German bombardment."
As it was, his letters are full of "It's been quite a busy few days".
Now then, the only thing - - yes, of course the only thing - that this blog post has in common with Grandpa's letters is that I cannot tell you a thing about what I was doing. I was staying in a very pleasant hotel with lovely food and - joy of joys! - a swimming pool - and working with some really interesting people.
And that's all I can say about the work. However, it was a real delight to be able to swim before breakfast every morning.
Sometimes the best stories are the ones which can't be told.
posted by Daphne at 11:11 pm
5 Comments:
Need to know basis then ?
Intriguing! You were clearly leading role play for the British National Party! The communist would have been none too pleased.
You know, you'd make a good medical consultant, Daffy. You only appear every few days and tell us bugger all !
Pah.
;-)
Helping Scotland Yard with their people skills, were you?
It sounds like the work is OHMSS :) You and Sheridan would get on!
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