Monday
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?
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