Wet at times. Went down to Bourne Mill all day. Maura Benham came down, and we had a picnic lunch there.
Tonight I called at Rallings’, and found the whole family there, and was pressed to have supper, which I did. The radio was turned on, and some dreadfully dull speech came grinding out, at the end of which the National Anthem was played. To my horror, everybody in the room stood up, as solemn as owls, looking firmly to the front. I was so surprised that I found myself standing with them. I would give anything to have had enough presence of mind to remain seated.
Clock altered an hour tonight. Raid alarm at quarter to 10, seeming to indicate the approach of autumn.
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