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January 7th 1943
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Lilibetâs on again about doing her bit.
âPapa doesnât want me to be a nurse,â she said when I went into her bedroom to borrow a book about Guides, âso I must think of something else to do, that he canât say no to.â
âLilibet, he can say no to anything,â I told her. âHeâs our father.â
âBut surely he can understand,â she said. âHe and Mummy do their bit, in their way. Oh, I know,â she said, holding up a hand to stop me interrupting, âwe do our knitting and salvaging, but itâs not the same and you know it.â
Snappy.
I settled myself at her dressing table and fiddled with her pots and jars. âLetâs see, you could always be a bus conductress. It canât be hard riding around all day selling tickets.â I pretended to think. âOr you could be a Land Girl, and dig turnips, or get the harvest in while you milk the cows. Orââ
She flounced out of the room, saying, âDonât be so childish!â
I think somebody hasnât had a letter from Philip lately! Heâs due to go to the Mediterranean, and heâs said that on his next leave, heâs staying with the Mountbattens. Sheâll like that, because sheâs bound to see him then. Uncle Dickie always brings him over if he can.
Iâve received a large sum of money â £20,000 â from one of Grannyâs friends. She left lots of jewels to Mummy. Iâm to buy savings certificates with some of the money, and will put the rest in the bank. It would have been nice to spend some of it, but everyone says, âBe sensible,â and that Mrs Greville wouldnât want it wasted. Iâm sure she wouldnât mind if I bought myself a little treat. What would I buy? Sweets? Rationed. Clothes? Rationed. Oh, I know! Iâd take the whole family on a train to the seaside, and weâd build sandcastles and paddle and swim and eat ice creams and that pink stuff â candy floss! Imagine, a whole day of nothing but fun, and no one taking our photographs and no hand-shaking or waving! Weâd just be ourselves, like an ordinary family.
January 22nd
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Such a terrible thing happened yesterday. A single German bomber swooped out of the sky and bombed a school south of London. I hope no one was hurt. When I hear about things like that, I feel as if someoneâs squeezing my heart.
It set Lilibet off again. âIt means children in that area have no school any more. Oh, thereâs so much work to do,â she said. âI could help. Other girls my age are doing their bit. Why canât I?â
I could tell her why. Sheâs too important. I wonder if theyâd let me do war work, if I was sixteen. The way this warâs going, Iâll find out in three years. It seems as if it will never end.
February 27th
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Lilibet left Guides yesterday. Sheâs a Sea Ranger now. I want to be one, but Mummy says Iâve only been in Guides for five minutes.
March 5th
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We looked through some of our photograph albums after lunch. Sometimes itâs hard to remember how things looked before the war, when there were no sandbags or air-raid shelters or bombed buildings. Lilibet said, âLondon used to look glorious on spring days like today,â and gave a great sigh.
Then we did a little complaining â nowhere near Mummy, of course! â and Lilibet promised everything will be lovely again one day.
We really shouldnât ever grumble. We havenât been bombed out of our home. We donât have to sleep in horrid underground tunnels. We have good food to eat and we donât have to queue for bread.
April 22nd
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Lilibet was seventeen yesterday, and Iâll soon be thirteen. Mummy says itâs sad that, because of the war, Lilibet canât do half the things sheâd normally be doing at her age. We have lots of