Thursday
Very fine, slightly warmer. Cloudy and hazy all day, and had
hopes of a fog, but it cleared. Went out
to Woodside, Boxted, at 6 [to meet a Miss Bentley, who would become Rudsdale's landlady], and was amazed to hear an alarm at 6.15, for half an
hour. The siren on Mile End Hill sounded
as I was walking up. A man ran out of a house nearby in Civil Defence uniform, but
children playing took no notice. I was
only too glad to be going out of the town, but I passed Daphne coming back from
her music lesson at Cant’s, quite cheerfully cycling into Colchester. I would have waited for all-clear.
Went over to Lt. Rivers, and
found Phoebe Pickard there with her son, who is just back from America. Curious that she should bring him back at
this time. He is now about to start at
Colchester Royal Grammar School.
When I left the night was
intensely black. Few ‘planes about,
above clouds. Felt most alarmed. At the Talbooth found an American jeep in the
garage. Dodged the dogs and went to bed
at once.
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