Friday 1 November 2013

16th September 1939

Edith Turner’s wedding today. Her dress was quite loose around the waist- lots of frothy flouncy bits to disguise her figure so I reckon that my guess was right.  Her new mother-in-law didn’t smile once so I’d like to be a fly on the wall in their kitchen.  Poor Edith.  I feel a bit sorry for her now. It’s not her fault she’s a bit dim.  The wedding breakfast was quite nice, although something or other kept repeating on me all day.  I had a dance with Jim Henderson, but he didn’t ask me again and I spent most of the time sitting and talking to people that I hardly knew at school.  When I went to say goodbye to Edith she looked a bit tearful.  I’m glad nobody wants to marry me.  Correction HAS TO marry me.

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