Dear Diary
Last month was hell with no income I’ve now found a job at millwards the great clothes shop. I’ve got a great job but it was a spot of luck because of the amount of influenza about, two workers became ill so I applied and now I have a job at last YES! It is exciting there. They have rich customers, which means better pay I think? But it doesn’t matter, as it’s a great place to work.
Dear Diary
January had been a good month but today Miss Sheila Birling complained about me, at least I think it’s her as she was the only customer to go into the manager’s office. I think she complained that I laughed at her when she tried on the most ridiculous dress. She looked a picture in it she looked so funny in it that’s why I laughing with the other assistant my friend Tracey.
Dear Diary
February was full of ups and downs. It started with a down when Millwards sacked me when they took the side of the customer not me. But now I’ve changed my name from Eva Smith to Daisy Renton. The reason I did it was that it might give me new people to meet as Eva Smith was a troublemaker but Daisy Renton will be kind-hearted and have many friends.
Dear Diary
This month I met a kind nice good-looking gentleman his name was Gerald Croft. The first time we met was out of the blue at the Palace Bar as Alderman Heggarty was harassing me and Gerald told Alderman Heggarty that somebody wanted him. Two nights later we met up again and we began a friendship. I already knew he was seeing someone but that didn’t matter. He said he was going to say to her, he is to busy.
Dear Diary
After a couple of months Gerald and me are over. He says he has to or Miss Sheila Birling his soon-to-be fiancée might catch him. I’ve now decided to go away to the seaside for a couple of weeks to have a break and relax. To go somewhere nobody knows me.
Dear Diary
Its now November and I’ve just came back from the seaside. I bought some clothes. They were flowery, stripy, bright, some had matching hats also the dresses were long they had beautiful designs on them. So I got two for a nice occasion like my birthday so I can feel good. A few weeks ago I met a nice, good, intelligent and honest man Eric Birling. I met him at the Palace Bar. We began talking and we had a few drinks. I was a bit tipsy but I hadn’t had much to eat that day that’s why I had a lot to drink. He came back to here (the lodgings). But at first I didn’t let him in but he insisted by trying to make a row. But he left after he knew I was safe.
We met again two weeks later in the Palace Bar. We had drinks but I didn’t get tipsy at first Eric couldn’t remember my name or where I lived. He came back again. I was talking to him and he told me his name and what he does. We made love but we weren’t going out or anything. He said I was pretty and a good sport. We met again and again then I told him I was going to have a baby. But at first I wasn’t sure. But I am sure now but I’m scared and so is Eric. We kind of broke up. He tried to give me fifty pounds but I refused to take the money of course as it was stolen from Mr. Birling’s office.
Dear Diary
Spring hasn’t been good not only did Mrs. Cybill Birling refuse to help me but I’ve realised I don’t have much money to get, the baby and me through. But first I went to the Brumley Women’s charity organisation I went there and I said I was Mrs. Birling as Eric is the father but that’s why she refused to help me she probably thought I was taking the mick but I wasn't. She refused to help me and mine and Eric's baby but of course, I didn’t tell her it was Eric's otherwise she probably would have told me where to go. But now life doesn't seem worth living with all the things happened to me in the past two years or also what happened to all those people who died on the Titanic. Life doesn't seem worth living.