8 April 2014

7 the April 1944: Good Friday... pork again.

7 Good Friday. Cold, dull, cheerless; bitter wind. In morning to the butchers; got pork again this week; we have to take what is available. Bought cod fillets in Martin Way; served by a girl named Ivy. Saw Gladys on her cycle. Len Garrod called; he has been away from work three weeks with influenza. The new oil-cloth in hall has stretched so I trimmed off the edges so as to level it out.

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