Saturday
Two alarms, at 7.15 and 8
A.M. Three ‘divers’ burst to the E. and
one went over a little to our north. Saw
it from the field behind the house. Fine
day, but waves of fog during the morning.
Went into town, very busy on odd jobs.
To Library and coming out ran into Sam Blomfield. He was a bit short, and obviously very put
out at my going. Said: “Do you think
you’ll ever come back?” Answered that I
had not the least idea.
Home for tea, and then went
out to Little Rivers, but found Dodo ill again, so could not stay long. On the Boxted Road a brass band was playing
carols in the misty moonlight, and a few rockets fell in the distance. Dodo seemed far more nervous of rockets than
she ever was of bombs, whereas I am not.
Gave them a print, and they gave me a print, and left at quarter to
10. Miss Bentley said she thought there had
been an alarm during the evening. Her
sister is here from London, seeming very nervous.
Walked out into the bright
moonlight, and could hear a lot of singing and shouting from the Americans on
the aerodrome.
Tomorrow being Sunday, today
serves as Christmas Eve, and a lot of people are having parties tonight.
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