Thursday, January 22, 2009

Monday 17th January 1944

The Paddington train bumped on slowly, through dim, wet, foggy fields. The people in the carriage chatted gaily and passed newspapers around to each other.

I was free! I could get out when and where I pleased... no one was watching me...
Bumpity – bump... Bumpity – bump...
Hayes – Ealing – Royal Oak – Paddington...

The other people all alighted, saying good-bye to me and to each other.
I dragged my kit out, piled it on the platform...

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