Not so long ago, I found my Dad's diary for 1947. It was the first year following his return from the War in Burma. The diary is full of the (mostly inconsequential) entries that we all make if we keep a diary, but for me it paints a fascinating picture of life in a country trying to recover from a devastating conflict and cope with rationing. The winter that year was particularly severe and coal was in very short supply.
Here's the first entry, squeezed in before the diary proper begins:
"Met up with Ken Gardiner - first time since Calcutta.
First Foot at Mother's."