What a week! Mr Wilson telephoned Dad and told him that I
could have a job at the ticket office on Worth Station, where they’ve just lost
half of the staff to the forces. He must
have been very clever with his words because Dad has agreed that I can go! Mum isn’t talking to him but he doesn’t seem
to mind. So the rest of the week and
this was a total whirl while he got me some lodgings sorted out and I made
lists and went shopping. Dad has been
lecturing me on what to expect and what I will be doing every night since we
found out. I’ll be glad to get away and
make a start – next week! It felt
marvellous giving Mrs Clay my notice.
I’m going to be lodging with a Mrs
Kerry. She’s a widow and she lives near
the station – just two streets away so very close to work. I’m not going to say much else because she
looks like the sort that might read your diary.
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