Eighty years ago today Sunday 27 July 1941
Up at 7:45 a.m. Went to morning service. Did a spot of Urdu, which still worries me, then wrote home. Played a game of tennis in the evening. Supposed to be confined to barracks so I thought I’d better stay in. Met Croudace, a boy from school, didn’t know him, but recognized the blazer; funny that Mam should mention him in her last letter.
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