22nd October 1944 - Edinburgh

Fog and then sun.  Quiet day reading.  Did not feel very well.  Dora Biggam here alone tonight and longed to start a conversation, but could not.

Fog came on again tonight, and as I was sitting reading by myself before going to bed, sometime before midnight I heard the unmistakeable sound of an aircraft in trouble, somewhere to the south.  The engine was running very badly, and died away in a sort of low rumble.  Listened anxiously, as if I was on the Post.

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