10th October 1943

Quiet night but had another “bomb dream”.  Slept till 10.  Thick fog, which cleared by 11, and gave way to a hot day.  Stayed in writing, doing chores.  Wondering whether to go in or not.  Thought I would if there was a fog, then began to write, and decided it was too much trouble.  I am expecting trouble before long, but I think my 2 years solid duty offset a certain amount of slackness now.  I still have the greatest difficulty to concentrate.  Cannot read a book through.

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