Thunderbolts roaring past the
bedroom window, sun glistening on their wings.
Miss Bentley said at breakfast there had been an alarm at 2am, which I
missed. There was another alarm at 1pm,
as I came out of the office, so went to a milk bar instead of to lunch.
Later called at home, and
throwing open the front door, surprised dear old Father with his arm round Miss
Payne. Dear old chap – nearly 72! Saw Jane Ralling across the road, and then went
to cinema to see “Breed”, pandering to my weakness for cowboy films. Then went up to Sussex Road Women's Land Army Hostel with
some money for absent girls. Saw Emmison
the farrier in Lexden Road
News on the radio very good
today. No mention of flying bombs at
all.
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