Had a meal and had to hurry to Post by 1p.m. Miss Bentley said there were sirens at 6 in the morning, and something fell a long way to the north.
At the Post, young Carter was on with me. Lovely white clouds, floating in a clear blue sky. Our ‘phone went dead, and I had to cycle to Horkesley Post Office to ‘phone for a mechanic.. Until he arrived we had nothing to do but wait. When he came he turned out be a friend of Daven Soar’s.
Back to Woodside for tea, then supper, after which cycled to Dedham for an hour or two, longing for conversation. Left at 11p.m. Showers of meteors – the Perseids. Woodside at 11.45, and had determined to go to bed properly, yet at the last minute was absolutely compelled to crawl under it – simply could not help myself. ‘Planes beginning to get up at Boxted.