The Ghost of Electricity: War Stories by Jon McLeary # 129 My Left Hand

Dad had not long built the house and I would have been about six helping clear up the back section. For some reason he was boiling a four litre paint tin of water over a fire and I went to pick it up. It burned across my fingers and I think I realised then that I had to be more careful with my digits. I was always good with my hands – I could draw and I…