Another quiet night, and slept for 4 hours, although tormented by the most dreadful dreams.
Dull, and cool NE wind. Had lunch with Daphne. Bought rations, but did not go home, going
early to Boxted ready for 9 o’clock watch.
A “fair” going on in the Holly
Trees grounds. In the Meadow a few children were
sliding down a chute on a mat, and a pretty little ginger haired girl and her
mother were looking at the coconut shies, while the blonde supercilious looking
police woman strolled across the grass.
Castignoli was there with
his amplifier, appealing for money for the Red Cross. On the footbridge by the Middle Mill people were fishing in the Mill Pool, while dogs played and scampered on King’s
Mead.
Called at Woodside, and then to
Observer Post at 9 o’clock. Terrific row going on
about proposed changes in rota times, to which I remained indifferent, but all
the other men furious. Am determined to
give up this ridiculous job anyway, as am quite unable to do it.
About 10 o’clock 24 Thunderbolts
came in to Boxted, in the damp gloomy dusk, swooping and roaring and at last
sinking one by one out of sight behind the trees, while I solemnly reported
them in.
Thankful to get to bed, even if
not to sleep, by 1.30am.
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