She is hard to convince, easy to talk to, but impossible to persuade.
A Wren likes stacks of clothes, dances, being noticed by officers, petty officers and matelots with plenty of money.
She dislikes ironing, staying on board, Chief Wrens, parade grounds, staying sober and sometimes other Wrens.
A Wren is found on, around or under desks of various sizes.
During her working hours she registers expressions of horror, amazement, delight, aloofness and an "I don't care if you do want to go ashore tonight" scowl, specially associated with pay wrens, However should you meet her ashore that night the transformation is unbelievable, her face indicates charm, anticipation, pleasure and an "I know how much he's worth" leer, also associates with pay wrens.
A Wren wears her clothes like a page out of "Vogue" or "the Women's Weekly"
this sophisticated effort is often spoiled because she insists on walking like a three badge stoker, and shrieks hysterically every time something amuses her.
In spite of these alarming habits however, a Wren continues to attract men like moths to a candle, this is no doubt due to the fact that on occasions she is wonderfully feminine, incredibly naive,and depending on how much you have had to drink, fascinatingly lovely!
A Wren is an enigma, you can love her, hate her, and even despise her but when the night is almost gone and you hold her in your arms, what better ending to the day than to hear her whisper in your ear " Would you mind keeping your bloody hands to yourself"
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