Wednesday 6th September 1939
The siren abruptly woke us again twice through the night, I don’t think I’ll ever get us to that harrowing sound, the all clear came quickly after the first alarm..however we waited for over two hours for the second one, we finally got back to bed at three am.
I really need to organise myself a little better when we have to dash into the shelter. A book, snacks possibly something warm to wear.
The jumble sale was an absolute shambles, there were two many chiefs trying to get their voices heard. Some how we managed to raise £32. I picked up a lovely wool coat, as well as a new to my navy dress with white flowers. I shall volunteer again, it pays to get the first look.
Work was rather slow again, I hope it does pick up soon. I’d hate to be out of a job. We need to look at different revenues, try to get different groups of people through the door. Book clubs etc.
Nan sent me back into boots to “stock up” on a few essentials, more soap, more bobby pins, Yardley perfume and I was treated to some lovely lavender talc.
Honestly Nan & Peg dance to a different tune.
Corned beef and salad for supper, with sliced apple with sugar.
Early to bed, I’m absolutely exhausted. I pray the air raid siren is silent tonight.
Beryl. X
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