Fine, dull, and very cold. Felt tired. Busy all day, but Edwards called and stopped me from doing anything for an hour and a half. Must do something about this.
Went below to tackle Penny of the ARP about our tables and chairs. He was very off-hand, and would not give any hint of the ARP organisation closing down. “Germans aren’t done yet, you know,” he said with gloomy relish.
Tummy a little queer today, and felt really tired tonight. Went up at 7, and fell asleep reading “Ego 5”, having finished “Ego 4” in the train yesterday. These books are most extraordinarily good, and first class entertainment.
Shortly before midnight was wakened by the siren. Went outside into a horrid grey world, lit with a few glimmering lamps here and there. Heard a ‘plane come across from the S.W., but the all-clear came within four minutes, so that it was probably a false alarm. Had a sudden feeling that this may be the last alarm of the war – surely the Germans cannot bother to send out any more raids?