The Prisoner

I made a brilliant find on Ancestry.com the other day; an index card from my grandad’s discharge from a Japanese POW camp at the end of World War 2. No one in the family had seen it before so it was really interesting. I love the fact that it has Japanese writing on it. He never talked about his experiences so this makes it so real and also very sad. The reason I hadn’t found it before is because his surname is spelt incorrectly.
D and I walked the dog, I did some work and read/slept this afternoon. Alf and D cooked steak tonight which was lovely except Alf was a bit heavy handed with the salt.