neophyte: a novice.

Susan's hand slipped. Her body lurched forward. And she fell face first into the mud. It was by sheer chance that the cow didn't trample over her little body. Tears mixed with the soil and excrement on her face, as the little boy behind her began to laugh. She was a complete neophyte when it came to milking, doing anything on a farm at all if it came to that, but he didn't care. Billy was still fractious with Susan, because he'd been forced to give up his room for her. She hadn't asked for his room though. Right now she wished a bomb had squashed her flat in that last raid, then she wouldn't have been taken off by that horrible evacuation officer, and brought to this hell.