Thursday, March 22, 2007
The tale of an NHS cleaner
A nameless cleaner was scrubbing away on a nameless NHS ward, his back ached and his knees were sore but he immersed himself in the daily grind. He had come to England from a land far away where he once worked as a top researcher in genetics. Political circumstance had unfortunately forced him and his young family to leave their homeland, and to flee to our shores. Life had not been easy for
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