Had a few hours sound, quiet
sleep, and then woke at 5, went back to Woodside, and crept quietly into bed,
no one knowing I had not been there all night.
Slept again until 8.
Cloudy morning, but clear later,
and the sun came out warm. Saw the old
cat who was asleep in the garden yesterday walking slowly across the road, with
such an intensity of purpose, obviously looking forward to another sleep in the
same place.
Busy all day. Cool, pleasant evening, with dancing on the
Holly Trees lawn to the dreary noises blaring out of an amplifier. Going down North Hill saw a very old Chelsea
Pensioner walking up, and the martial airs played by the Technical College
Cadets band came wafting up from behind the school, making a sort of
accompaniment to his walk.
Got to the Post at 9, young John
Page on with me. Rather cold, few
‘planes up. “Diver” was off at 10. So tired tonight that
at one o’clock was only too glad to get back to Woodside and bed.
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