29th May 1961
May 29th
Monday
Dear Diary,
6 pm went up to my bedroom and finished said letter. After an hour or so Mum came up to see what I was doing. When she saw the pages strewn over the floor she just said ‘oh! In a very understanding way and left.
She spent the rest of the evening trying to explain how Michael isn’t ‘my type’ and how nice Alan is. I really think I have done something to please her at last.
