WHEN SWIMMING WRECKS ONE'S HAIR

A 1950s postcard of Buford Bridge Hotel. The outdoor pool was at the back.

T H U R S D A Y,  1 5  J U N E

Heatwave again, though a little windier than yesterday.

All morning I had a pain on my right side like a stitch, only lower down. It felt like a pulled muscle. I hope it's not appendicitis.

Ma went to hairdressers. Pa rang me up to see if this architectural drawing he wanted was at home. It was, so he sent somebody round to get it. I was hoping it would be Chris; it was some other young chap - but he was awfully nice!

Hoped to finish England today but I've still got the South-West Peninsula, the Midlands and Scotland to do. That leaves me precisely two and a half days to finish Caesar, Virgil and English Lit. I don't know, I'm absolutely frantic.

Sat in the shade most of the day so I could work properly, but kept thinking of Dutronc. I often wonder that the only reason he asked me to go dancing was I was the only girl around to go dancing with. He did ask me to go swimming with him though, at midnight, on the last night, and I think he must have liked me quite a lot to do that. But if he really liked me he would have wanted to write. 

“Oh Heavens, it’s impossible to know what boys think. ”

If he really wants to see me again, his father has our address. Otherwise, all my lovely little dreams will have to come to an end.

It was so hot Ma planned to take Chump swimming after school at Burford Bridge and I was going to stay at home. But in the end I decided 'O' Levels simply aren't worth wrecking pleasure for, so I went! I didn’t get much work done there, so many snazzies to look at etc etc (!) but I'm glad I went. All the Gilpins and June and Suzie were there too - they always are! The only thing is, the swimming absolutely wrecked my hair; it's even too bad to put in bunches. I'm going to get rid of my horrible fringe when it's long enough. 

I'd love to go to Burford Bridge with Dutronc.