Tuesday
About 2 o’clock this morning I was awakened by explosions and gunfire. I felt very ill, and was only half awake. I could hear several planes flying fairly low (there were light clouds) but whether English or German I could not say. Guns were firing fairly near at hand. I dozed off again, only to reawaken and find I had a considerable fire in the bedroom, as the candle had burnt down, igniting matches and grease in the candlestick. The whole thing was blazing a foot high, considerably endangering the curtains. I did not know what on earth to do, but finally smothered it with a cushion, with the result that a perfect silhouette of the candlestick was burnt into the cushion.
By the time I got the fire out, guns were still going off all round, and when I looked out of the window I could see a very considerable fire towards the N.E., and could hear more gunfire in that direction. I felt horribly sick and tired, and could not be very interested in what was going on.
Got up early, left at 6.30, and was glad to find Colchester intact. I heard a woman say to another as they went into Paxman’s, “What a night!” And the other replied, “I never slept at all!” However, nothing had happened in the vicinity of the town, except that the guns at Lexden and Bergholt fired about a dozen rounds. The attack was on Ipswich , but not very much damage seems to have been done. Mr. Craig came in this afternoon on his way back from Ipswich market, and said that about 5 people had been killed in a house near Foxhall Rd., and that a factory had been set on fire. That was the glare I could see.
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