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.