Evacuation

Home is where your heart is and mine is here

After those peculiar happenings, we collected Will from school. We had to walk to the villiage primary school after we had eaten lunch. When we met him June gave him a huge hug. Now I understood why she treasured him so much.

When we got home ( I've just realised that I've adjusted to calling the farm 'home'), June brought him into the living room by herself and broke the news to him. I don't think Will realised that 'death' is irreversable, but all the same I heard them weeping together.

After June had but Will to bed with my help, I noticed that she looked like a great weight had been taken off her shoulders and she just looked much more content.

She thanked me for helping her and we spent the next couple of hours chatting late into the night about all sorts of funny and serious matters.

This is what mothers are supposed to be like...I feel a bond between June and I, like I've never felt between anyone and myself before.

Sunday

Today, June, Will and I went for a picnic. We went to one of the hills on the farm, so we needn't have brought a picnic but it was still a novelty.

You would hardly know there's a war on here. There are the same rations but they don't apply for home grown food and you never hear a bomber or plane at all!

There is news from France and London and Belfast in the papers of course to remind us of the sad reality that people are being killed and injured. Although those places seem a million miles away from this peaceful country side.

I'm so busy here, there is hardly enough time to write in this diary! I'm supposed to be sleeping now and to be honest, I'm wrecked after today.

Night night.