Monday 4th September 1939
The bus ride into work was quiter than normal. I can imagine everyone wants to stay close to loved ones. I wish I could stay at home, read a good book and lock the world away.
Today we have a delivery of some classic books, for some reason we have had a rush on them. No suprise, Alice loves her classics and is always recommending them to anyone that would listen to her favourite reads.
Norman was in today taping up the windows. We’ve had the black out blinds up for a few days. I feels like we are sleep walking through the day. Very quite. I polished the shop top to bottom at least twice. I managed to read quite a bit while working.
I needed to pick some bits from Boots, face cream, hair pins and soap. For some reason Nan and Aunt Peg seem to be squirreling away a few essentials. They always seem to have a few little extras put to one side. They’ve lived through this before.
Met with Hazel and Joan for a cup of tea and a natter. Joan’s brothers John and Albert have signed up. Their mother is absolutely devastated, they keep saying it’s “their duty”.
I pray for them. Please keep them safe. You wouldn’t believe that Joan had heard the worst news ever, she is dressed like a screen siren. And carries herself in such a way. She always looks amazing, hats that match the hat and shoes. I wish I had her style, or her budget to say the least. I do get her hand me downs when she tires of the present fashions. I should make more effort.
A cold plate for supper, with a nice cup of tea and a biscuit.
Settled in for the night. Early start as per usual.
Beryl. X
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