Joan Whiteley's wartime diary: View pages

I arrange to move in with Miriam & Daphne.  Thank god for such a release.  We still sleep on the floor.  Several days pass and we are issued with camp beds.  Bread – 12ozs every 3 days – other days pastry of some kind.  The days pass very quickly & I am always tired which is very shattering.  Rumours in this place are much worse than they were in the hosp.  Miriam has started our interior decorations- 3 drawings on the wall- centre piece Brig Macleod with his umbrella.....end VAD & skill end Snooper & cig end.....Our room is now very comfortable, made more attractive by small curtain & homemade rug(2 sacks & old stockings) 2 meals a day 10a.m and 5 pm.  Rice, soup & spinach for one meal& either a pie or doughnuts for the other. 

We attend lectures:

• Monday Weds  -  4-5 – psychology  
• Friday – philosophy
• Tuesday – music

Nobody has g – interrupted and can’t remember what I was going to write

I am getting more home sick as the days pass.  Sometimes I think the noise in the place will drive me quite mad – next door we have a clarinet player & next door but one 2 small children & how they scream!  In the hall is a piano where they rehearse for concerts all day.  The clarinet player has a Chinese wife & 3 Eurasian children who clatter about in keks.

Money in from camps.  None for me – money doesn’t bother me but it is nice to feel contact & that is the only way as no note..........read diary......