23rd March 1940

My Father’s Birthday, 68 years old. Still keeping as well as he can, and seems to take a bright interest in things. Gave him the usual tobacco, etc. and a silly little box of fancy matches. He knew more or less what was coming, but was just as quietly satisfied as always, dear old man. I do so hope he can see this war out.

5 comments:

Mattias said...

Gah! Must we wait five years until we know whether his dad survived?

We need spoilers!

anne said...

This is such a sweet entry...

E J Rudsdale said...

There will be more news on this soon - keep following! CP

Enid said...

But what about Rose. Did they marry ?

E J Rudsdale said...

Thanks for your comment. I'm afraid I can't tell you what happens yet but do keep following the blog or read EJR's book to find out! CP