Last night was one of the best ever. Joan called for me at 7.30, much to Mrs
Kelly’s disapproval, I could tell. I
think she muttered something about Joan’s feet looking like pigs trotters in
her high heels. She is a plump girl but
that wasn’t very nice of Mrs Kelly at all.
Then she told me that if I wasn’t back before 11.30 then the bolt would
be going on the door. Then we went back
to Joan’s lodgings to collect her landlady and the other girl who lives there –
Mrs Fraser and Lettie. Lettie is
thinking of joining the Wrens – perhaps I could have her room if she does. That would be wonderful because I really like
Mrs Fraser. She’s still young and her husband is in the army and she seems to
want to live it up while he’s away. We
all had a really good dance though there wasn’t nearly enough men in uniform to
go round! My feet were killing me when I
got in (at 11.15!) but I didn’t care
because I was on air. That’s the first
dance I’ve been to where I haven’t had a relative or friend of the family
keeping an eye on every move I make! I
want to go out more!
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