Dear Diary,

Thursday 7th September 1939.

Thank goodness I’m not at work today. I am beyond exhausted after the last couple of days. We used to work throughout the week, but as thinks have been slow, both Alice and I have lost a day’s work. Oh I miss the money, but I can hand one heart tell you I do not miss the travel.

I finally sorted out my siren bag. A small bag containing items I may need throughout the night. I was careful not to pack the kitchen sink. The key is to have items within easy reach. Let’s see how this turns out in real time.

I’ve decided to volunteer with the WVS. They are organising a small branch at our church hall, of course Mrs Peterson has inserted herself in the running of things. This will get messy. Meetings will be on Tuesdays and Thursdays at Seven o’clock. Mrs Peterson says that time doesn’t suit her, Mrs Cooke (who’s in charge) told her it’s tough. I think I’ll like this woman. She went on to explain that alot of young women will be coming in from work. As not all women are housewives. Ouch.

Went to the market with Nan & Aunt Peg, for the usual bits. They needed a new rake handle for the allotment. We need to give the place a good tidy. Thank god the big growing season is over. Although Peg say we need to grow more food then ever.

Gammon and eggs for supper, with Apple Pie.

Beryl. X