Sunday 22 January 2012

Monday, 23rd January 1950

Dear Diary,

Oh my goodness! Doreen caused quite a stir when she arrived for work this morning. She was absolutely thrilled to present her new acquisition, ‘Poochie’ the Pug puppy.  Two adorable shiny button eyes blinked nervously as the cutest little pink tongue popped out of a squashed black face, licking everyone who gathered around to say hello.  How novel that Doreen had thought of carrying her puppy in her handbag!  I say this idea could well catch on as quite the latest handbag accessory! Ladies with lap dogs often have to put up with unsightly dog hairs spoiling their coats and skirts.  One can be sure that all types of doggy do’s can be safely contained when a pampered pooch is transported conveniently in one’s handbag!

However, things got rather out of hand when Doreen decided to put down her handbag as she hung up her coat. Poochie promptly leapt out and before anyone could say ‘Jack Robinson’ the naughty puppy was scampering towards the open front door!  Doreen shrieked as the little pug escaped into the street and nearly got trampled by the milkman’s horse.  Luckily, the runaway pup made a beeline towards Dudley’s garage across the street, so I followed in hot pursuit.

Thankfully, Dudley was working underneath a red Morgan convertible sports car and caught Poochie the Pug as he dived into the service pit.  Phew! Dudley emerged clutching Poochie in his oil stained hands. The little rascal was panting loudly with his tongue hanging out and wagging his tail. “Thank goodness!” I exclaimed as Dudley handed over the troublesome creature.

“Jolly nice catch Dudley, old bean!” said a well to do voice.  I turned around to face a handsome R.A.F. Officer smiling at me, obviously the owner of the sports car. “I just happened to be in the right place at the right time, I suppose” Dudley smirked.  “I say, aren’t we just? Jolly pleased to meet you my dear, Squadron Leader Jeremy Hunt at your service”. As Jeremy smiled my heart skipped a beat. “I’m Betty, pleased to meet you too”, I murmured. Our eyes met and I fell into the cool blue lake of Jeremy’s gaze.  The spell was broken as Poochie started to yap uncontrollably when Doreen arrived to put him back in her handbag.

Sunday, 1st January 1950

Dear Diary,

Happy New Year!!! Oh how terribly exciting to start the New Year with a new decade and a brand new diary! I’ve got a jolly good feeling about this year. I’m so looking forward to a brave new world of ration free fashion! 

The hair salon certainly has seen some exciting times since I opened the fashion boutique in the back parlour last year. The hairdressers, Doreen, Anne- Marie, Grace and Lucy have all been so helpful and terribly hard working. Bless those gals. I couldn’t have managed without them! So, I just know they’ll be simply beside themselves once they see the new Eliza and Ethan Vivian dress arrive from Los Angeles, California. This designer brand is of the highest quality with garments inspired by Hollywood glamour. Of course they’ll all want one!! This slender number comes in two colours black and berry or navy and turquoise. I predict a best seller!

So I’m in my bedroom now, listening to Grace (my flatmate) sing along to the tunes on the wireless. I’ve just put some wave lotion and curlers in to set, so my hair will be curling as I write…. Golly gosh, I’m still nursing my poor feet after all that raucous dancing at New Year’s Eve. Oh we had such a ball; my dance card was entirely full all evening! I suppose I really ought to be thinking about my New Year’s resolutions. Well, I’ve sure got some high hopes for 1950!

Number One. Introduce some of the most fabulously stylish fashion into the boutique!

Number Two. I really must try to watch my figure. (Which won’t be easy, especially as sweets rationing to come to an end last year).  It’s so easy nowadays to sink my teeth into a whole bar of chocolate! Well, we’ve have all developed bad habits at the salon, not to mention the tightening of a few corsets!

Number Three. I’ll finally meet Mr Right!  Last year saw quite a few disastrous dates! What on earth was I thinking when I agreed to let Thomas Dudley and his mucky fingernails take me out to dinner? Oh, and of course there was that awful scene when Gerard’s wife discovered our romantic dinner date. I left the restaurant wearing Beaujolais on my Dotty Polka Dot Dress! Oh dear, I still have a soft spot for Lord Anthony, the gentleman crook. Jeepers! He sure had me fooled! I must confess though, it was rather wonderful to be treated like a lady and taken out for high tea at The Ritz. This year I would just love to meet a more appropriate gentleman, someone handsome who will simply adore me. I’ve kissed enough frogs to last a lifetime!