Category: The beginning: 1st – 9th January 1961

My diary entries from the week I first met Alan in 1961.

9th January 1961

I left the office at 1 pm not knowing whether I’d be going home by myself or with very pleasant company. Then everything, sort of, ‘broke’ upon me.

Pat and I were waiting in the corridor for Margaret Cooke when she came dashing towards us, gasping out her ‘great news’. There had been a phone call from the lobby, someone was waiting for me there!

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8th January 1961

I feel absolutely awful and I don’t know whether to look forward to tomorrow or not.

Mum and I went to the hospital to see Nan. Uncle George, Aunt Win and the two boys were also visitors. John is a sweet little kid. When we got home Jennifer said Alan had called to speak to me.

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7th January 1961

Derek didn’t come to the house until 2.30 and then I was out shopping and I didn’t come back until after he’d gone. Still, he fixed the stuff ok.

We all went to C & A to get the bridal stuff for Marje. We had a marvellous time.

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6th January 1961

Didn’t today go slowly! Dead on the stroke of 6.30 there was a knock on the door and he’d arrived. Y’know, I think this is the one for me but only time can tell definitely. What chokes me is that he is flying back to Cyprus next Tuesday afternoon.

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5th January 1961

Boy! What a day at work. All I’ve done is talk about Alan and nobody told me to shut up, which is quite unusual. I had a frantic fit in the afternoon of being sure he wouldn’t turn up tomorrow. Well, here’s hoping!

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