Not been able to think of anything to
write in this diary all week. I’ve only
opened it again today because Susan has announced her engagement to Billy the
Butcher. Mum’s beside herself at the
idea of cheap or even free meat. Dad’s a
bit upset that his she’s not marrying into the LMS railway. I think that’s his dream for both of us. Or it was at any rate. Perhaps I ought to make an effort to keep him
happy. Who could I go for? No. I
can’t think that any of that lot on our station would be any fun. Dad had better forget it. I’ve got to be Susan’s bridesmaid. I dread to think what she’ll make me wear.
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