Few ‘planes out at dawn. Dull and cold, but fine later. They seem to have chosen rather unfortunate weather for their invasion.
Had a letter from Meg MacDougall at
Inverness Museum. Wish I
was there today. Noticed it had taken 5
days to get here and had been opened by the censor. Fortunately the contents were quite harmless.
Tonight had tea with Diana, and then went to the Regal. Afterwards had a coffee in the Milk Bar, and then went to supper at
. Very pleasant evening, but at about eleven
the sirens suddenly sounded. Quite lost
my head, told her I had to go to the Castle, and rushed out. Went into Sheepen Fields, and felt terrible
at what I had done. The all-clear came
about 1am and all the time the sky was full of American ‘planes, carrying
navigation lights. Walked home to Boxted
and heard a burst of machine gun fire as I went by the station. The guard parties, in their ridiculous
helmets, standing on Mile End Hill. Balkerne Gardens
Moon rising as I went to bed.