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Dear Diary.
I went to school with my glasses on today. I was really happy when I left the house with Mum because it was really bright and sunny and I didn't have to wear my hat or gloves. It was brilliant. We had a guest in our class to talk to us about being a pilot. I want to be a pilot. He was called Mr Richardson but told us to call him Douglas. He works for Air England. Isn't that brilliant! He told us a story about one time he was flying over Russia and it was winter so there was a really strong wind and he landed the plane all by himself. I want to be like Mr Richardson when I'm older. I want to fly over Russia and all over the world in a big aeroplane with lots of passengers. Actually, even two passengers would do because then they wouldn't be lonely and could talk to each other. That would be so fun. At lunch time I had spaghetti bolognese with garlic bread and lemon mousse for pudding. It was very tasty, but I won't tell Mum. She's sad because Dad left. But it'll be okay, he'll come home soon and Mum will be happy again. Some boys in the year above me pushed me over after lunch. I don't think they liked my glasses because they broke them. Mum said the eye doctor will fix them for me and that she's not mad at me. But I can't see very well without my glasses. The eye doctor said that when I am older I will be allowed to wear special things in my eyes that means I don't have to wear glasses. But only when I'm older, he says I have to wait until I am sixteen. That's not very far away Mum says. It seems far away. I miss Dad.
Lots of love Arthur.