Well recalled by me. I remember being in the phone box telling my sister and both of us contemplating whether we should sign on the dotted line for that property we were trying to buy together. The interest rate was going up weekly.
Despite all that, I stand by my previous post. It was dead easy to get a job when I was a girl. In London, I responded to a billboard placed outside of offices, popped inside and was sitting at a desk the following day. All you needed was fast typing and with the cherry on top, competent spelling and good presentation, and you had London to play in indefinitely.
They were the good old days. They found ozzies efficient and hard working. Please can you work tomorrow (Saturday) as well?
