Slept until quarter to four this morning, when wakened by sirens. Heard a ‘plane and distant gun-fire, but did not get up. Light at 4. Wondered if Father woke.
Got up at 8 to find heavy rain, yet it was a fine dawn. Cleared this afternoon. The weather is not good for the operations in
Busy sorting Tiptree parish boundaries, and doing letters. Tea with Daphne, and then to cinema to see “Madame Curie”. Well done, but rather dull.
In the evening papers it states during the raid early this morning a ‘plane crashed at
, on some houses near Stratford Coburn Road. Also states that recently an RAF machine
crashed on the . This I find particularly distressing. To think that even if one got to a remote
island in the midst of the Atlantic, even there a ‘plane must seek out this
tiny blob of land, and fall whining and screaming to its end upon it. island
of St Kilda
Bed at midnight.