Still very hot. Got a lot of office letters done today. Went to see Father. No more pains, thank God. Meant to go again this evening, but went to tea with Diana instead. She was conscientiously worried because she had not gone to Canteen duty, my conscience itched because I had not gone home. Went to King’s Head Meadow, and sat on a fence for an hour, just behind the Infirmary where Mother died.
No sign of rain, drought very bad. There will be no hay this year.
Noticed that a new concrete road is being laid across the bombed site at St. Botolph’s corner, to make easy access into the Britannia Works behind the station.
Raid on S.W. England last night, but none down.
Heard this about the Americans – There’s three things wrong with them, they’re over paid, over sexed and over here.