Thursday, August 21, 2008

Sunday 12th May 1940

Felt like death warmed up, today. A sultry, windless day and I seemed quite inert physically and exceedingly depressed mentally. Only happiness today was when Underhill and I lay on beds in my tent and told each other ghost stories. Lovely to lounge there, smoking, effortlessly absorbing a well-told story.

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