Sunday 29th October 1939

Liverpool Street in the dim light. I just had time to scramble aboard my train before it pulled out. Gloomy journey in semi-darkness.

I ought to feel fearfully fit nowadays – I live a much more healthy life than before – but actually I feel rotten.
I have a perpetual cold and hard dry cough. Due to smoking (no! that’s not a new cause!); the draughty attic at billets; and the bloody cold wintry weather.