Saturday
Wakened by sirens shortly before
2. Nothing happened for nearly an hour,
then I heard a distant plane, and the Colchester
guns fired a salvo. The plane passed on
un-harmed. Fell asleep and did not hear
all-clear. The Germans are now
threatening the most terrible reprisals, but I don't think much will be done
before early spring.
Wet, muggy day, fog coming up at
night. Ella was in the house this afternoon, but I
managed to dodge her. Her incessant
nagging is unbearable.
Back to Higham at 6. All set for a thick foggy night. No sign of the Yanks or the light yet.
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