UK-BJD-Club

The year was 1943. The day was a winter's day, the sun had set particularly early that evening Charlie thought back. Sat in the black leather armchair, he pondered over the old worn journal in his hand. It was his journal, one that he treasured most out of all his other books. It was something he liked to read when he felt depressed or agitated. Flicking the page roughly he allowed his mind to wander back to the night he was reading about. The icy air nipped at Charlie's cheeks and nose as he quickly made his way to his Aunts house after a night at the local pub with his father. He wasn't a drinking man and the idea of sitting in a smok