Monday 28th October 1940
Scribbled by the light of an electric torch (same battery, same bulb!) bought in Southwell:-
Damn this pen, it's dust clogged. I'm in the shelter, in bed; I altered it, so that the entrance faces seaward – and leeward – in readiness for the next sandstorm.
One bit of news filtered through to Tola Exchange (from Pads) tonight. The Italians have invaded Greece; apparently the Greeks are resisting.
I'm not on the exchange this week. Got to help George. Naden and Gayler are exchange operators. It'll be a bugger, having to do parades and all that!
It is 9:15p.m. so I'll go to sleep now, in my vault-like shelter.
Damn this pen, it's dust clogged. I'm in the shelter, in bed; I altered it, so that the entrance faces seaward – and leeward – in readiness for the next sandstorm.
One bit of news filtered through to Tola Exchange (from Pads) tonight. The Italians have invaded Greece; apparently the Greeks are resisting.
I'm not on the exchange this week. Got to help George. Naden and Gayler are exchange operators. It'll be a bugger, having to do parades and all that!
It is 9:15p.m. so I'll go to sleep now, in my vault-like shelter.
posted by Paul Wilson at 6:56 pm
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