5th December 1943

Another brilliant day.  Hard frost last night.  Wakened before 7 by the noise of bombers going out.  Spent the day as usual, reading, writing, chores.  Got a life of Hazlitt from Colchester Library, by Catherine McDonald Maclean, published this year.  Excellent.

Listening to radio.  Heard broadcast by returned prisoners from Germany.  One man got back to Liverpool, only to find his wife and child killed in a raid.  Then I listened to a German broadcast to Ireland, which described an old woman who had lost 3 sons in the war, and her old home and her grandchild in an air raid. So it goes on.

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