Sunday
Lovely quiet night, thick
mist. Rain most of the day. Stayed warmly in bed until midday, reading “Quiet Street ” by
Elliot. Most interesting. Rest of day writing journal, letters,
etc. Not a soul came near. When I was in the bath this afternoon heard a
lorry near at hand. Thought it must be
the Yanks, but when I went out could see no sign of them.
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