Rosie Hendry

“not all as bad as that one.’ She turned off the engine. ‘Let’s get to work.’ ‘’Ere come the angels to the rescue,’ a man called out as Frankie and Winnie carried the stretcher over to where the injured stevedore lay on the ground, his face pale and pinched-looking with pain. ‘You telephoned and we came.’ Winnie smiled at the men. ‘Frankie, would you like to do the honours?’ ‘Of course.’ After they’d laid the stretcher down, Frankie quickly examined the man’s leg, gently feeling along his thigh. ‘Ow, that ’urts.’ ‘Sorry.’ Frankie smiled at him. ‘I needed to check where the break is. Now I’m going to splint your legs together so they won’t move around too much on the way to hospital.’ ‘’Ave you done this before?’ the man asked as Frankie unpacked some splints and bandages from her bag. ‘Oh, don’t worry, Frankie’s an expert; she’s splinted up hundreds of broken bones.’ Winnie knelt down near the man’s head and patted his shoulder. ‘I can assure you that you’re in”
― Rosie Hendry, East End Angels

“Prue waited, her arms folded around her body. Never in a million years would she have expected to find herself in this situation. But here she was, waiting for her husband to be dug out of his mistress’s house.”
― Rosie Hendry, Home Comforts at Rookery House