Sunday
Another brilliant day. Hard frost last night. Wakened before 7 by the noise of bombers
going out. Spent the day as usual,
reading, writing, chores. Got a life of
Hazlitt from Colchester Library, by Catherine McDonald Maclean, published this
year. Excellent.
Listening to radio. Heard broadcast by returned prisoners from Germany . One man got back to Liverpool ,
only to find his wife and child killed in a raid. Then I listened to a German broadcast to Ireland , which
described an old woman who had lost 3 sons in the war, and her old home and her
grandchild in an air raid. So it goes on.
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