This blog posts extracts from E J Rudsdale's diaries of life on the home front in Britain during the Second World War.
Each extract was posted exactly 70 years after it was first written, marking the 70th anniversary of the Second World War between 2009-2015.
Short extracts will now be published on Twitter and will link to this blog to mark the 80th anniversary of the Second World War starting from 3 September 2019.
Colder, S.E. wind, and rather cloudy.However, no alarms during the day.Home to lunch.Mother seems rather brisker.Old Mr. Rose, next door, the “philanthropist”, is very ill.He has given a good many thousands to almshouses and hospitals, but they say he is a terribly bad employer.
Went down to Bruce’s at the Hythe, about building new trollies for this harvest.There was a very battered lorry there, being repaired, and I was told it cost £700 six months ago, and was bought by a man to run gravel to the aerodromes at £30 a week.It will be worn out in another three months, then he will buy another.
Cycled back to ArdleighPark.Dear old man near the station, riding a curious tricycle with two wheels in front and one behind, his dinner basket and blue enamel can hanging on the handle-bars.Went along Humberlands drive, and saw Robin at the buildings, looking very fit indeed.
Bed at 10.30, rather tired so did not do much writing.