19th October 1944 - Edinburgh

Lovely day, faint golden mist across the Links, as the sun came up.  Horrible dream early this morning – I was mad, and everybody I was at school with was there, trying to tie me up with ropes, while I struck at them with a large beam.  Knew I was insane, a vile dream.

Now endless nagging worry about going back.  Mind seems quite weak, cannot force myself to go.  

Saw Richardson re work at Museum.  Wrote to Father and Captain Folkard. 

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