My diary entries from the week I first met Alan in 1961.
Felt so tired after the ‘Tec dance last night. I just couldn’t bring myself to go to the hospital with Mum to visit Nan. It’s a good job I didn’t as Marjorie and Bill came to the house to talk about the wedding and to officially ask Jennifer to be bridesmaid.
Jean came in from work to say she couldn’t come to the Bowling Alley as arranged. Her brother John and his wife Dorothy were going to Dorothy’s mother and Jean’s Mum was having funny turns again. She said she had seen Marj on the train tonight and had been invited to attend the shopping expedition on Saturday.
Went to the Palais with Carol and Jane. Discovered Jane works at the Bank as well, in Div Prep. Danced with this blond chap almost as soon as we got there, which I thought was rather good as I danced before the other two.
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!
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.
