4th May 1945
Cold and sunny. Work on the Annual Report. ARP still packing, but Penny cannot give any date when they are likely to be clear.
At 11 there was news of a big German surrender in the North, yet tonight the bombers still stream out in the dark. They may be taking out food, perhaps.
Going home through the Park this evening, saw a group of Italians standing by the gate laughing and chattering. A little wizened man walking towards me looked at them and said “Look at the bastards! There’ll be some trouble here, when our boys get back from the 8th Army! You see if there isn't! They’ll cut the buggers’ throats for ‘em!” but the Italians kept on laughing and talking, quite unaware that the funny little man a few yards away wished to encompass their violent deaths.