Another month begins. Not quite so cold, fine and sunny. Busy all morning mending Roman and Medieval pottery. Tea at the corner café in
Market Street. Saw a little boy on a fine grey pony,
trotting softly through the Market Place in the early dusk, a man cycling
quickly beside him.
Tonight ‘planes going out in ceaseless streams. Wondered what was going on down at the old Royal Observer Post: “Fox One”. Back to the office tonight, and at 8 went down to the Control Room below to talk to the two girls on duty and listen to “Itma” programme on the radio.
Bed at 10.30. Mrs Shepherd makes pointed remarks at breakfast about my reading late at night. No doubt my light has been reported to her by someone on the other side of the Crescent.