Tuesday
Shortest day. Got in early, fine morning, bright and sunny,
cold wind. Busy all day, but nobody
wanted to do much work – Christmas.
Clouds came up later and it began to rain. Went to tea with Diana Davis. There is no theatre production this week so she has her
evenings free, and suggested going to the Regal Cinema. It was such a filthy night that I agreed,
feeling sure there could be no alarms in such weather. However, the alarm was on for about three-quarters of
an hour, during which time we were treated to fantastic scenes of Brazilian
Jungle life, and an even more fantastic English spy story.
Suggested we should walk through
Sheepen Fields, which we did, in the mud.
Thought of how many times I had been through these paths in the dark
winter evenings, with Bessie, Dinah, the girl from the hat shop. In those days the town was a glare of light
to the east. Now no lights except cars
on the road and the lights in the railway yards. Back past the Workhouse and Infirmary. Thought of little Mother.
Diana then suggested supper at her
lodgings in Balkerne
Gardens
At last at 20 past 12 I said I
must go, so kissed her and went out into the dark. Clouds gone, bright starlight, and about a
dozen heavy bombers going east, rather low.
Policeman in the Wagon and Horses Yard said “Goodnight”. Wished I could have stayed in Colchester, but have no
bed anywhere now.
Went past Mile End Church Stratford . No light at Higham tonight.
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