04 January 1976
Dear Julian,
Hello. I hope this letter finds you happy and healthy. I’m sorry I haven’t written sooner, but I’ve been flat out trying to get my life together since I moved here.
Finding a job hasn’t been easy, but I finally got one. It doesn’t pay much. Still, it’s better than nothing. I miss Margaret so much. I think about her and dream about her all the time, and I know we’ll be together again really soon.
Anyway, I’m working at a place called The Cafetorium. It’s nothing special. I spend most of the day making salad rolls and sandwiches. Either that or frying fish and chips. It’s open for breakfast and lunch, and after the place closes, I have to clean the kitchen. Not long after I started, the woman who trained me left, so now I have her job. Thank god I had all tha
