Sunday 3rd September 1939
Today is an eire day. Waiting for what we know in our hearts is coming.
Church this morning with Nan and Aunt Peg. I felt like I floated through the service, I never feel comfortable at church. I darnt tell anyone I don’t believe in any of that. I will one day, but today is not that day.
Mrs Peterson (The vicors wife) was loving all the drama, I’m sure that women was sat in the cabinet room. Sat shoulder to shoulder with the Prime Minister with the way she talks. Total codswallop if you ask me, but she loves an audience and she has one at her finger tips.
We sat around the wireless waiting for the announcement. At 11:15 Mr Chamberlain told us what we already knew. We are now at War with Germany. Here we go.
The house was still considering the news. It wasn’t that long ago that Nan and Aunt Peg went through a war, but I could see their worry in their eyes.
We listen to some music to break the mood some, I can see they were trying to be light, but I know their hearts are heavy.
Stew for supper, followed by stewed apples.
Early to bed, work in the morning.
Beryl. X
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