Catherine Lee, nee Ambrose
I remember my dad coming home with a ring of colour around his collar and forehead, different colours on different days. He used to joke about it and say it depended on which boiler he was cleaning out that day. He worked for ICI in Blakely Manchester, for a year or two until mum said no more - if it wont come out of your shirt what's it doing to your skin!! He always did as he was told, my dad! So he became a bricklayer for Manchester Corporation, and worked outdoors in all weathers. When he retired he had a clenched right hand from holding the trowel, and a slightly less clenched left hand from holding the bricks.
My dad worked for ICI about 20 years ago where he met my mum but he was doing chemical anlyasis.