This is all that's left of my diary after 80 years of wear and tear and I really hope you enjoyed it. The boy in the diary is real and he still lives today, sitting in a house in Sheperd's Bush typing up his story.
24th September 1940
As I got home I found our family huddled around the wireless listening to one of Churchill's speeches. "Things are looking grim for England," said father and sighed.
"It looks like the Nazis are going to invade," said mother quietly.
I went to bed worriedly and wondered what would happen if they took our Britain away from the British.
"It looks like the Nazis are going to invade," said mother quietly.
I went to bed worriedly and wondered what would happen if they took our Britain away from the British.
24th September 1940
Today when I woke up my father told me and my brother to get dressed and queued at the cigar shops so he could get four packets of Winston cigars. How? By sending us to trade his tokens in different shops and then swapping around.
I missed the full contact rugby game in Wormholt Park and couldn't go with my friends to explore a bombed office. I heard a rumour that all parks will be used to grow potatoes. I hope that this is not true as I wont be able to play rugby anymore.
I missed the full contact rugby game in Wormholt Park and couldn't go with my friends to explore a bombed office. I heard a rumour that all parks will be used to grow potatoes. I hope that this is not true as I wont be able to play rugby anymore.
23rd September 1940
At last I handed in my application and got a scruffy piece of paper back with 62 clothing tokens, 4 sweet tokens and 50 food tokens. The lady at my local shop is blind so me and my friends decided to see if she would accept blotting paper tokens. We made them at school and at the end of the day gave them in for a bag of bulls-eyes. She did!! Were now playing around at that bombed house we took as our fortress and eating sweets. The lady will get suspicious though if we do this everyday so we decided that we should only do it once a week.
23rd September 1940
Today the ministry of food introduced rationing and everyone over eleven had to apply for one, which means that I need to stand in the shivering cold outside the post office with my friends and wait until the hundred people in front of me get move away.
22nd September 1940
How lucky I am!!!!!!!! There was a bomb no less than two streets away from our house and loads of shrapnel fell onto the road outside it, I can't wait to show my friends. My shrapnel box was unharmed and at school today I won a used bullet at the end of the day. And our classroom (which had silly pictures of rabbits on the wall) was destroyed which means that we got to play games all day. I got a massive bruise on my leg and our teacher made my enemy miss 45 minutes of the rugby game! Me and my friends lingered around a bombed house after school and I had a fight with a tramp boy, I won of course and we raided it finding a cool bronze paperknife. This house ended up as our fortress and we spent the afternoon playing in it!
21st September 1940
Today I found some change lying around in a bombed house and decided to buy a small book from the black market so that I could write about the war and then give it to some collector for money. Anyway, my mother wanted to keep me and my brother with the family so we were not evacuated. I wasn't very happy with this decision because it meant that I might not see my friends who were leaving, ever again.
Still, some of my friends are staying and we know where to get the best looking pieces of shrapnel to win in the competitions that are held at the end of the day at school. In the evening I had just found an egg shaped piece of shrapnel and was about to go into the house when the air raid sirens started blaring like anything, I rushed inside with my family and hoped my cardboard box with the shrapnel would still be there after the raid, but now its time to sleep.
Still, some of my friends are staying and we know where to get the best looking pieces of shrapnel to win in the competitions that are held at the end of the day at school. In the evening I had just found an egg shaped piece of shrapnel and was about to go into the house when the air raid sirens started blaring like anything, I rushed inside with my family and hoped my cardboard box with the shrapnel would still be there after the raid, but now its time to sleep.
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