Rain all day, but determined to cycle to the Rushbury’s at Higham, as I had arranged to do so. Had some very pleasant conversation with Mrs. R. [Mrs. Rushbury was the wife of the artist, Sir Henry Rushbury].
Home by 6.30, and had supper with Molly Blomfield at the café. She was on duty the other night, and heard the bombs whistle down right over the ambulance depot. Most horrifying. I hate and loathe these sudden attacks.
All men were registered as “fireguards” today, but I did not have to trouble, being a Special Constable.