Friday, 3 January 2014

26th December 1939

Went for a walk in the woods with Mum and Susan and a crying Albert after dinner.  Met Edith and her new family coming the other way.  She looks as big as a barrage balloon now – and tired and fed up.  She took one look at our screaming Albert and I could swear that she nearly burst out crying herself.  Poor poor Edith. It’s been nice to be back home but I’ll be happy to be back in Worth tomorrow.

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