Mulling over the future prospects of the children the conversation went as follows:
Mum: Pippa, my eldest…she’s 15…. she’s very average; she’s doing alright, but she’s average. She gave up the idea of becoming a pharmacist when she found she did not like chemistry and when someone said pharmacy could be a matter of life and death. Pippa said she couldn’t be responsible for that! She’s ever so good with children though. Maybe she’ll think about nursing, though I think in nursing there are a lot more life and death decisions.
My youngest, she’s different to her sister, she is okay and is really good with numbers. I think she should become an Accurist.
Instructions for keeping well, which should be read and understood before using snipe nosed pliers.