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Roundabout the period that WW2 was declared, I was very ill. The bed was downstairs, & I was "put out" while the doctor lanced over 30 swellings on my head - my hair had been cut. From then on, life was terrible. I had Kaolin poultices on my chest - very hot - and the nurse came daily to "dress" the sores on my head with Dettol & hot water. Even after all this time, I cannot bear the smell of Dettol. When I was better & was allowed out to play, my life was made a torment by the other children because of my short hair. How's that for an early memory?