Ah how I miss watching my ( then svelte) young wife struggle into her starched white nurses uniform , after bringing me a cup of tea in bed, and before she headed off to work.
it was a black day when they brought in tunics and trousers . ( the lard arses preferred it however !).
sorry for drift, the wife tells me the pics of building carnage in the surgery is giving her flashbacks!.
Ah, the days of different coloured belts and silver buckles. The joy of hearing, kerrrrisssst! as the ex no 2 tried to hold back the years by refusing to get a bigger belt. The flithy look that followed my sniggers that told me my penis was PNG'd for a week.