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The Mill(part1)
I left school at fifteen. Sent to a carpet mill. Even though it was many years ago,I remember it all still. My parents and my grandparents,uncles and aunties to. It was quite a family affair. Bet you think so too. I trained as a spinner and worked a large machine. It was okay running acrylics but with wool I was not so keen. My uncle was the manager. I used to drive him mad. Just like school I messed around. Well I was just a lad. Into his office I would go to get my dressing down. My uncle sat there stoney faced and a massive frown. Your not here to mess around he said. You need to settle down. This is a place of work my boy. So stop being a clown. I had some good times in the mill some adventures too. When I return to this sight. I will reveal some of them to you.
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The Mill(part1)
The Mill(part1)
