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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