Category: Maureen’s Diary

18th September 1961

I was thinking about this football match all day.....

Uncle Bill came round at 12.30 with the news that Gran had had a stroke.

i'm develping a conscience about getting my own way so often

My poor darling Alan. I do order him about.

After a lot of persuasion Alan met me from work.

According to plans made yesterday we were supposed to be going to the flicks

Last night I did wonder if my thoughts of Alan would be highly favourable once again.

I've been having many 'uncomfortable' thoughts tonight.

When Alan arrived at 7.30 we settled down to a nice domestic evening.

Why is it that I never find anything to write about on a Tuesday or a Thursday?