Tuesday
Brilliant sunny morning, huge
flights of aircraft going out. Planning
the Wisbech trip, timetables etc.
Terrible place to get to, and shall have to stay for a night.
Went up to the Repertory workshop, and
found Diana. Told her what I am trying
to do. Took her to lunch, and then to a
very bad cinema show. Dear Diana. Talked about her charming little sister in
Edinburgh, of whom she seems very fond.
Had tea alone at Winnie’s cafe. Wrote to Wisbech, to go on Friday.
Felt terribly depressed as a
result of this, and wandered off to Lexden.
Lovely starlit night. A warning
so I went up Baker’s Lane towards Bergholt, and three ‘divers’ came roaring
past a little to the north, so low they seemed to scud along the ground. A London
train came behind them, very slowly and cautiously. The alarm lasted from 8.15 to 8.45. Two rockets fell far away between 10 and
10.30pm.
In Winnie’s café heard people
talking of rumours of war with Greece .
Sharp frost tonight. Bed early and hopefully.
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