8th September 1942

Felt very ill today, teeth, head, and stomach.  Got through the day somehow with no food.  Penelope called this evening, on her way to the station, but although I did not go to bed as I had intended, I could not summon up enough energy to walk there with her.  I hope she was not offended.  Glorious golden sunset. 

Many RAF going over tonight.  I hate the noise of them as much as I do that of the Germans.

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