Dear Diary 17.05.1939

Today has probably been the most dramatic day of my life. The day was alright until Patrick came home. He sat down, drank his whisky but didn't up after that. Since he came in he had been acting different, like there was some bad news. Then he told me news that was worse than bad, it was horrible. He had been sacked. These words kept repeating in my mind. This meant that snatching his money was no point as he only had a few pounds in there.

Well there was nothing more to wait for so I just wacked him in the head with a leg of lamb. I assumed he was dead. I rushed straight to Sam's grocery store and bought something for dinner. Then another thought pervaded my mind what if he wasn't dead and he woke up. I would be toast.

The only way to escape from him was to run away and that is what I am currently doing. The train is here diary, I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Bye Bye

Mary Maloney

xxx