It's Four in the Morning

Although The Father is clearly not overly considerate man, I still don't think he is entirely without conscience or compassion and so listening to this 1956 masterpiece of a song really brought home to me what a difficult decision it must have been to tell his wife to leave him. 

It's Four in the Morning- Faron Young

It's four in the morning and once more the dawning
Just woke up the wanting in me
Wishing I'd never met her knowing if I'd forget her
How much better off she would be
The longer I hold on and the longer this goes on
The harder that it's gonna be

But it's four in the morning and once more the dawning
Just woke up the wanting in me

I've never deserved her God knows when I hurt her
That's the last thing that I want to do
She tries but she can't tell how she feels but I know
Too well what she's going through
If I love her so much I don't know why I can't do
The right thing and just let her be

But it's four in the morning and once more the dawning
Just woke up the wanting in me

Last night I told her this time it's all over making
Ten times I've told her goodbye
Last night we broke up this morning I woke up
And for the tenth time I'm changing my mind
I saw more love in her eyes when I left her
Than most foolish men will ever see

And it's four in the morning and once more the dawning
Just woke up the wanting in me
It's four in the morning and once more the dawning just woke up the wanting in me

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Diary Overveiw

I made sure that none of the big moments I spoke of in his life were events that one might feel were of great significance i.e. the day he got married or his first child, as I feel that these events in his career and those on a national may be of greater importance in his mind. I Also tried to write it in such a way that it felt far more formal and structured than a standard diary, because I think this would probably be the way in which he wrote, with a general lack of genuine emotion. I also tried to portray this through the lack of real remorse in his last post, as we know although he feels ashamed, he feels almost justified in his abhorrent act and I imagine him to be concerned about how people viewed him as a result of this rather than how it would actually impact his family. I also attempted to show the development of his writing style from 1914-1957.

Diary Entry 1957

Dear Diary,

It is the 3rd of August in the year of our Lord 1957 and I must confess that I have finally been debased to such a level I thought never possible. I finally gave into the claret wash, that is the sinful lusts of the Flesh and for such a carnal act may The Lord, God Almighty forgive my wicked soul. I was, unfortunately discovered in a most compromising position, by the most unlikely of persons whilst on a sordid appointment at Madame Pace's, the dressmakers.

I found myself coerced into unwanted, inappropriate relations with a young harlot. Whilst in the company of this fallen creature, I was sharply awoken from this, what I can only describe as a nightmare, by the entrance, in the most dramatic of fashions, by my ape stranger wife, Amelia. This of course meant that, on this occasion, I had not indulged in that most wicked of sins, adultery, although looking upon such childish beauty caused my brain to sear with a sinful lust I had not experienced in many a year.

It so happened this young demon was in fact the daughter of my wife and Clerk, that same girl that I have often spoken of in here. That same said girl who I once followed from her school, the girl who I gave ribbons and flowers too, that girl whom I regarded as one of my own. I feel a deep shame, which feel may remain with me from this day forth until God himself judges me in such a way, I can scarcely imagine. My one over-whelming fear at the moment is , however none of this. My fear is that the Fidelity Fiduciary bank's United Kingdom board of trustees may discover me an that my illustrious career at said bank may cease sooner than I had expected.

Only time will tell.

This a brothel 'The House of Lou Graham' that opened in the late 19th century and continued to operate into the mid 20th century

This is Brothel owner Liliane Brown aka Madame Katz

Diary Entry 1939

Dear Diary,

It is the 3rd of September in the year of our Lord 1939 and once again I am sorry to inform you that we The British people, under the leadership of The Right Honourable, Prime Minister Attlee, have once again declared our intentions of a military campaign against Germany. We again involved in war in Europe.

My son will soon be drafted to join the military assault on this heathen nation we find ourselves fighting, where once finished he will return to England to complete his studies. I myself will not be involved in frontline military action, as the occupation I uphold here in London is regarded by Her Majesty's Government as an 'essential service', although why that requires me to remain here to wait to be killed in my home, I can't quite fathom. Having said this it is my aim to involve myself the initiative of The Local Defence Volunteers and to aid said war effort in anyway possible.

Although I must admit that joining the military services would have caused me some fear, it is also with trepidation that I stay in London, what with all the new remote weapons that the National Socialist Party now control. This is unfortunately a sign of our times when such a clearly socialist party is allowed any control in Europe, the immediately start on violent, destructive campaigns without any hope of bipartisan consultation. When dealing with a maniacal socialist such as Chancellor Hitler, there is no hope for reconciliation and as our Lord once spoke, there is no remission for sin without the shedding of blood.

My final comment on our current predicament is that, if only our country had repelled appeasement of Chancellor Hitler by our own Prime Minister Chamberlin and instead harkened unto the words of The Right Honourable Mr Churchill, then perhaps our great nation would not face the storm that it currently does.

Give those Nazis what for.

Diary Entry 1932

Dear Diary

It is the 2nd of September in the year of our Lord 1932. Finally after many years of faithful service to The City of London's, Fidelity Fiduciary Bank, I have been noticed and commended in such a way, that results in me having ascended the ranks and being able to accept the new role of 'General Manager and Head of the Board for Fidelity Fiduciary Bank- London', where I have replaced the position, most recently held by Mr Dawes Sr. I am most pleased with the new prospects that this will provide for me and my wife in providing all that she needs and in saving for any future endeavours. My son may also benefit from such an accolade, as it provides him with more social standing once he removes himself from any Educational institute, he may attend at the time.

I also, today, had the great pleasure of meeting my new Clerk, Andrew. He and Amelia seem to already be acquainted with each other quite wonderfully, this is probably as a result of them being derived from the same cloth i.e. they are both from a class of lowers, who have improved their social standing.

Here's to the future, hurrah!

Walt Disney's depiction of The Board of Trustees for Fidelity Fiduciary Bank- City of London. Mr Dawes Sr. is sitting in the large chair. 

An painting from 1932 of Fleet Street where P.L.Travers puts the fictional bank in her book Mary Poppins. 

Diary Entry 1914

Dear Diary,

It is the 4th of August in the year of our Lord 1914 and Prime minister Asquith has just announced that, due to Germany's declaration of war on The French, we are now at arms against The Germans. I must admit that this news comes with some trepidation to The British people, however as always I can rest assured that Britain will not back down in the face of adversity, but that as always, with much work and that keen English spirit, good will once again overcome the evil that we face in our day. I myself, only wish that I was old enough to fend of The Hun personally, however diary, you can be sure that if this war is such a long and arduous battle, that it continues until my coming of age, that I will pick up my weapon and fight alongside those men, who will be shortly dispatched.

It would be untruthful for me to say that I do not fear the ramifications of this battle and that I am scared for the implications on, not only my country, but also my immediate kin. I simply must put my faith in God and trust that he will deliver my father and every Briton from the foe that lies ahead.

Give those Hun hell boys.

The Two Sides of My Leaflet