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Now, don’t get me wrong, sugar, I ain’t judgin’. Live and let live, I say! But I’m tickled pink imaginin’ her fishin’ with me—two gals, sittin’ pretty, waitin’ for a bite. Maybe she’d say, “I’m programmed for love!”—like them robots in the movie. I’d cackle, “Darlin’, I’m programmed for biscuits and gravy!” We’d laugh ‘til the cows come home. Surprised me how easy she chatted—none o’ that uppity nonsense. Just real, like me talkin’ to you now.

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But then, out of nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this wild hair and a big smile. “You look like you need a cuppa!” she says. I’m like, “You read my mind!” So, she drags me to this little tea shop on the corner of Billinge Road. It’s cozy, and the tea is divine. We chat about everything—her cats, my job, the weather. She’s a hoot!

A treasurable collection of pictures depicting life at two Wigan hospitals no longer with us: Billinge and Whelley