I was thinking about this young man today, for some reason. I think only Eddy has ever seen this post. A sad story from my days as an EMT.
Explosion in Notting Hill
There was a young man who had come from Wiltshire, about 100 miles West of London, to work on a job, converting a former workshop into a fancy new mews house. He was in his early 20’s, lived at home with his parents, and was saving up money, so he and his girlfriend could get engaged. He didn’t really want to be away from home, staying in a depressing bed and breakfast hotel, in a seedy part of London, a city he hardly knew; but he needed the work, and wanted to earn enough to fulfil his dreams.
The job was hard work, labouring to clear an old industrial premises, and prepare the way for more skilled tradesmen to plaster walls, and add all the luxuries of modern living. The site manager obviously wanted this work done quickly, and had possibly cut corners in his surveying…
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