25 May 1942, Barbara Anslow's diary
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Whit Monday. Finished writing 'School Magazine' poem. Mum now slouches about in the hospital ward. She has gone much thinner and has no tummy.
The $17.40 ((see previous diary entry)) is the balance of the $105 which wasn't spent on kitchen requirement. ((The earlier mentioned prospective gift of $75 each had it seems originally been $100 which was then reduced to $75 so that the communal kitchens could buy basics for all with $25 from every one.)).
Most of our family's money is going into town via Mrs G, she goes in for x-ray today but is inundated with orders like ours, and I'm a bit worried at the outcome. We're also trying to get a hot plate.
The hospital office smells of apricots - there are crates of dried fruit here for the 'Welfare' (a sort of camp charity for the most needy cases - don't know where the funds come from.) Somehow it is comforting to see the food, though healthy folk like me probably won't have any of it.
