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A lot has happened in the last two months: I have two news legs a new maid (thanks to Guy and Joan) and a new cheque book. Philip took me shopping with the new maid(Iris) and Iris helped me choose the clothes (with coupons) as I cannot see (but I trust her judgement). I have left the hospital and am living in a small place (with Iris) in Chelsea. Philip comes most days and we have dinner (a simple affair) and either he sits and reads to me I haven't learnt Braille yet) or we sit and listen to music. Once he has gone (I dread him going) Iris helps me undress and I go to bed. Iris has a room next to mine so she can hear me if I fall from bed or need her during the night (call of nature). Clive still haunts me his death was a cruel blow but Philip has proposed and we will marry in June (all being well and ****** has not invaded). I lay here on the bed staring into darkness listening to the birds singing from the garden. Iris is running me a bath it won't be easy but Iris said we can manage it and I expect we will. I miss Clive and my legs and sight still.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 1:48 AM UTC
GRACE'S NEW HORIZONS 1941
A lot has happened in the last two months: I have two news legs a new maid (thanks to Guy and Joan) and a new cheque book. Philip took me shopping with the new maid(Iris) and Iris helped me choose the clothes (with coupons) as I cannot see (but I trust her judgement). I have left the hospital and am living in a small place (with Iris) in Chelsea. Philip comes most days and we have dinner (a simple affair) and either he sits and reads to me I haven't learnt Braille yet) or we sit and listen to music. Once he has gone (I dread him going) Iris helps me undress and I go to bed. Iris has a room next to mine so she can hear me if I fall from bed or need her during the night (call of nature). Clive still haunts me his death was a cruel blow but Philip has proposed and we will marry in June (all being well and ****** has not invaded). I lay here on the bed staring into darkness listening to the birds singing from the garden. Iris is running me a bath it won't be easy but Iris said we can manage it and I expect we will. I miss Clive and my legs and sight still.
A WOMAN IN LONDON IN 1941 HAS NEW HOPE
TerryCollett
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 1:48 AM UTC
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