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My sister was a Marie Curie nurse, who worked night shifts in people’s homes, usually supporting patients who were in the later stages of their life. It was demanding work and she was excellent at it.
However, there were often lighter or unusual moments. She was nursing one elderly man, whom we both knew, as he had been the head teacher of the local grammar school for many years. He was a lovely man, but very proper and always impeccably dressed in a dark suit.
When she was assisting him, she discovered that his whole body was completely covered in tattoos from his neck to his ankles. Of course she didn’t remark upon it and neither did he.
She told me many years later, long after he had passed away.