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It’s boiling having to wear stockings in this weather, but better than being blinded every time I look down at my still orangish legs.

Eight days till we go back to Stalag 14. I’m going to put my foot down with a firm hand this term and make sure I don’t have to sit next to Nauseating P. Green.

Mum has gone out to Uncle Eddie’s with Libbs. He is teaching Mum salsa dancing– can you imagine? How very sad. The tremendously old can be very embarrassing. Imagine my mum salsa dancing with Uncle Eddie the human boiled egg.

In public.

Or private.