Dinner at the Elms (pg6)

And this is the third installment of JJ (Janie's Journal)
All I can say is time is fleet-footed. I can hardly keep up with myself.

Since we hadn't been shopping for some time, Dick and I headed for the base to pick up the pay check and visit the commissary. Pay day and saturday is a bad combination and certainly can create havoc at the base. I've never seen such crowds, and we had to wait on long lines everywhere. Never again.

Saturday night we treated ourselves to a dinner out at the Elms. Dick found a baby sitter in Huntingdon, and we left Beth with her while we wined and dined. I enjoyed the treat, but of course worried about our little girl the whole time. I am too used to being with her constantly.

Sunday we went to our very first cricket match. Fulbourn played Teversham for the local cup. I had a hard time following the game, but enjoyed seeing it. Matches go on for days and days sometimes, and to me it would get boring, but the people here love it and support their local teams enthusiastically. By the way, Fulborn won the cup.

Beth's two lower teeth are through in earnest now and she seems particularly anxious to put everything in her mouth to soothe them... and the uppers that look a bit swollen. She is progressing rapidly now. This morning I found her on her knees, rocking back and forth. Before long this little one will be on the move!

So often now I have caught Dick in Beth's room looking down with so much love on his daughter. Of course, I myself can't resist a peek at our little angel every time I pass her room. I think she's a cherub at any time, but when she's asleep, she looks particularly sweet and innocent.

I believe I have finally conquered the money situation here. The English system really had me baffled, but I'm catching on. However, with the M.P.C.'s (Military Payment Certificates) we have to use on the base, and the pounds, shillings, half crowns, florins, pennies, etc. of England, and my leftover dollars, dimes, nickels and pennies of the United States, I really have a conglomeration of monies.

Beth seems to have taken a definite dislike to Church. After about five or ten minutes Dick has to march out with her. She can really give the priest a bad time.

Snoopy still isn't in my good graces. You'd think she were teething the way she chews on everything - from coke or coal to my shoes. She has taken a particular fancy to the latter, and I really have to be careful about putting them down on the floor. One ruined pair is enough to keep my wary.