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Short Story about my sanity, by an inmate who had just walked out of Stallington Mental Hospital!






To explain the caption! it was another phase in my life story, before joining the army at 21 years.
I had left Meir Station as a junior porter, and embarked on a career to be my own master some day, which involved serving an apprenticeship as a bricklayer.
The story starts when I was becoming quite proficient at my work,and was able to take on small jobs to earn a bob or two.
A small job in particular was situated close to the Mental Hospital at Stallington, my work involved roof repairs, which required roof tiles to be removed. They had been bedded in black morter which had become friable and very dusty. It was hot and breezy and the dust stuck to my half naked body, untill I was black all over.
I then heard the sound of cheerful whistling and singing coming from the Hospital grounds, a few moments later, a smartly dressed young man, all polished and Shining came into view!.
As he approached where I was working on the roof he stopped, put his head on one side, and with a quizzed look on his face, said (What are you doing). I thought stupid fellow, what does it look like I am doing, and ignored it. He again asked the same question, so I said I am working, at that he replied (WERKING,wERKING,)on a(SATERDEE ATERNOON),PEOPLE SAY I AM CRACKERS BUT I HAVE SIXPENCE IN MY POCKET AND I AM GOING TO THE PICTURES. Then he gave me a look, that said I feel sorry for you mate, then carried on walking jauntily down the road, whistling and singing.

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