Was glad to hear the sound of the birds singing and chirping about 5.30 this morning, and the daylight was creeping in through the cracks of the curtains. Fine sunny morning. Had a delicious breakfast in my room. Heard Mrs. B. talking to the girl who brings the milk, who said one of the bombs had fallen in
and another in or near the Park.
This afternoon, reading and writing, and then out to the post. Walked back past the Museum, with the usual feeling of irritation at not being able to go there on a Sunday. Home to tea, which was most enjoyable. Mrs. B’s tea is always delightful. Afterwards went down to Elm for a couple of hours. Mrs Coulter was in “a rare state” about the attack.