again today. It’s the eighteenth birthday of Her Royal Highness Princess Elizabeth of York. The B.B.C. has said that she will not be declared of age yet, though it’s usually the case with royal children. We have been asking ourselves what prince this beauty is going to marry, but cannot think of anyone suitable. Perhaps her sister, Princess Margaret Rose, can have Prince Baudouin of Belgium one day.
Here we are having one misfortune after another. Scarcely had the outside doors been strengthened than the warehouse man appeared again. In all probability it was he who stole the potato meal and wants to put the blame on to Elli’s shoulders. The whole ‘Secret Annexe’ is understandably het up again. Bep is beside herself with anger.
I want to write in to some paper or the other to see if they will take one of my stories, under a pseudonym, of course. Till next time, darling!
Yours, Anne
Tuesday, 25 April, 1944
Dear Kitty, Dussel has not been on speaking terms with van Daan for ten days just because, ever since the burglary, a whole lot of fresh security measures have been made that don’t suit him. He maintains that van Daan has been shouting at him.
“Everything here happens upside down,” he told me. “I am going to speak to your father about it.” He is not supposed to sit in the office downstairs on Saturday afternoons and Sundays any more, but he goes on doing it just the same. van Daan was furious and Father went downstairs to talk to him. Naturally, he kept on inventing excuses, but this time he could not get around even Father. Father now talks to him as little as possible, as
