Friday
Warm, cloudy, sun breaking
through. Chestnuts at Higham Green have
suddenly turned orange and yellow, almost overnight it would seem. In rather late this morning, as we sat
talking last night until nearly one o’clock.
Went out to have my haircut. How busy the streets appear, yet there is so
little to buy.
In the paper tonight that old
Hindes is dead. Saw him a month
ago. He often came in to see
Poulter. He was 80. A good many In Memorium notices for people killed
in raids in 1940 and 1942. Perhaps Oct.
1943 will be quiet like 1941. Then we
must look out for 1944!
Back to Higham early, spent evening
writing. I have been sleeping much
better, but had bad stomach pains last night, about 3 a.m.
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