9th September 1961

Dear Diary


            Last night I did wonder if my thoughts of Alan would be highly favourable once again.  But, alas, I was wrong. I awoke with the same cloud hanging low over my head and was in a rotten mood all day.  I even got to the point of confiding to Mum that I was thoroughly fed up with him.  I could see her face drop as I know she likes him and in her mind has him lined up as a son-in-law.

I was supposed to be going to Ilford today to buy a suit and if possible a coat but I couldn’t raise myself out of bed so said I would go next Saturday.  When Auntie Rose came over she arranged to meet us there as she had to get a hat for Nan.  The thought of having to spend out money I can’t afford on a suit and a coat made me even more depressed.

Alan was twenty minutes late getting to the house and although I was ready I waited half an hour before going downstairs.  I felt like being rotten to him.  I didn’t fancy going dancing as we had arranged, particularly not to the Lambourne in case Michael was there.  I was in no mood to face him!

I hardly said a word to Alan while we were indoors and Dad knew I was in a bad mood.  When we went out he said ‘don’t fight all night!’

Outside I told Alan that I didn’t want to go dancing without telling him the main reason, I just kept saying I was in no mood for it.  I softened a bit when he was so tender and said we would do anything I wanted to.  I admitted I wasn’t in a very good mood and wouldn’t be very good company for him.  He was so kind and gentle and asked if there was anything he could do to cheer me up.


With no definite plans we caught a bus into Romford and went to the Golden Lion for a drink, well, two drinks, then strolled slowly back along South Street in the hope of finding a jewellers whose window we could look in.  I don’t know where Romford hide their jewellers but they aren’t in South Street.  We caught a bus back to the Heathway and spent 15 or so minutes peering into Harris’ window.  I finally made up my mind that I would like a ruby ring and I saw such a beauty in there.  It is always the same.  I always want something I know I can’t have.  Alan said he was willing to pay up to £40 and I immediately saw this ring for £50.  I know I don’t want one of those common old rubies surrounded by diamonds.  But this was different.  It was an enormous oval ruby with very tiny diamonds around it.  I really fell for it.  Alan agrees with my idea of a big flashy engagement ring and a plain wedding ring.  I’m glad.  After all, he is paying.

Another problem.  I have to get some money together to buy him a signet ring.  He said he would like one.

On the walk back down Parsloes Avenue we bumped into Jean and Rob, the bloke she has been telling me about.  He works with her and much to her delight he has started talking her out.  They looked very pally walking along with arms around each other.

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