Letter of the week
Ooh, matron!
READING the piece on starched collars (‘) brought back many happy memories of my time working at the Royal Free Hospital Laundry in Hampstead, London NW3, in the early 1950s. I was in charge of pressing the matrons’ white starched bonnets and had to use a goffering iron to make the scalloped edge. The head matron always thanked me for doing such a wonderful job. I am now 82.
