Tried talking Dad into getting me a job
at the station. He is the Station Master
so surely he can find me something to do.
But he says that there’s plenty of lads needing work and they have to
get any jobs that are going. Both he and
Mum agreed that it would be a waste of time getting anything more than shop
work. I presume they mean I’ll be
getting married before too long but I’ve never even had a boyfriend yet. Edith Turner’s on her fourth now.
I am bored of Mrs Clay’s. I hate her.
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