Good Friday
Dull day, and cold. The office open, as were all Government
offices. Shops shut except grocers and
fish shops. Saw crowds of people lining
up for fish early in the morning. All
the Co-op. carts were out on deliveries.
This evening went to Lt Rivers
again, with young Pickard’s ration book which I took in to get him another
fortnight extension. Got that, but they
refused to give him any more. The Roses
were rather depressed at his frightful bad manners, which seem to get worse
rather than better.
Back to Woodside in the
moonlight. Sound of dance music from the
aerodrome and several ‘jeeps’ rushing up and down the Straight Road, I suppose
taking girls home.
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