Mass of ‘planes went out soon after 5, in the dawn. Woke me up. Got Father tea at 8. Wash, writing, etc. Went off to Horkesley at 12.
Pawsey was at the Post, and was very friendly, but I was an awful failure. Rather strong S.W. wind, and an escaped barrage balloon came sailing along from
no doubt cut loose by a flying bomb.
Some clouds coming up, and not many ‘planes, but what there was I failed
to identify. Glad when 5 o’clock came
and I rushed home to tea. Wrote some
letters, then went to post them. Called
at Holly Trees, talked to Poulter. Put
the radio on, and heard the “Swan London Lake” ballet
music until Poulter said “For God’s sake turn off that rubbish”. Stayed until 10, then went home, feeling very
nervous. Heavy explosion at 11 o’clock,
shaking doors and windows. Father spent
most of the evening worrying as to whether Miss Payne will be back early
At midnight there was another explosion, and could hear gunfire to the south. Then the sirens went off, and I felt in an awful panic. Finally went to bed at half past 12. Dozed off, woke to an alarm at 3am. Heard the sound of a flying-bomb, heard it stop, and then a distant crash. Crouched down in the bed. All-clear in ten minutes. Wondered if the night would ever end.