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I can see it now - Cholister's trained attack dogs dragging unwitting postmen downstairs to the Autoclave in the Dungeon. I'd pay money to watch that.
Yup, like an autoclave. Big kiln or oven like thing in the wall of the sluice. Open door, put filthy horrible foul-smelling urinals or bedpans therein (having examined /tested contents, whatever), close big shiny metal door with satisfying clang, press switch and scalding hot water blasted the the thing surgically clean. Cue student nurses in huddle, having fly fags and a good natter, until time to remove sparkling clean piece of equipment for repositioning under next bedbound invalid. The Staff Nurses and Sisters were too grand and important to come near the sluice, so it became an informal social room for us juniors. We even used to smuggle toast in there from the breakfast trolley, iirc.
Feeling all nostalgic now. Happy youth that was spent wiping arses and clearing away piss and shit. Good grief, such a sicko, me. |
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