We met 4th January 1961 at the Ilford Palais. After 8 months in Cyprus with the RAF his tan and his sun-bleached hair stood out amongst the winter pallor of the Essex boys. Of course, I accepted his offer of an escort home. It was a bitterly cold evening and I shivered as I…
A day that deserves capital letters and all the fancy trimming it can get!
All through the day I had been doing my utmost to clear all thoughts of him from my mind. I know that the more I thought about him the slower the time until the evening would pass. I think I did jolly well, for the evening arrived before I realised it.
After the disappointment on Tuesday I have resigned myself and was thinking along the ‘whatever will be, will be‘ lines.
The main happening today was Lena’s return home from hospital. Dad phoned the hospital after lunch to see how she was and they said we could bring her home whenever we wished.