Monday 9th October 1939

Miserable rainy day. We were all wet before long and then sweltered clammily in our damp greatcoats.

Shead is being transferred – minus his stripe – to the drivers section. I told Mr Adams I did not want him in M1 next time and it seems my wish has come true.

Saw Mary in the Milk Bar at lunchtime. Jacko had come back again, for ten days leave.

“You know what that means?”
“Going across - ?”
“Yes,” she said sadly.

Went to the flicks with Jacko in the evening. He doesn’t know where he’ll be sent to, but hopes it will be India.