Friday 10th
The removers came [to get furniture to take to Oxford] and spent the day packing their large container, leaving to return tomorrow, having made no appreciable effect on Glatting’s internal chaos. … zdc zfl
Tomorrow the ISC dance occurs—I would have liked to go, but am entirely resigned. zic zsn
Saturday 11th
A lovely warm summer day. Picked pears early on. Melody’s sister Pauline arrived 11’ish and we had tea in the garden—she is also nice I think—her husband is a Jap prisoner, and she hasn’t heard from him. zwr zdc zfd zfl zhy zwc
I spent the rest of the morning making four bed legs for a spring mattress … zdc
Italy now German occupied against riots and army, including Rome. Naples landing. … zlb
Monday 13th
An empty house. I spent a terribly lazy morning, and finished reading ‘The Brook Kerith’—a very lovely book I think. … We packed my trunk after lunch, then into Petworth for tea, haircuts and petrol. Back via the Holdings’—a lovely clear quiet evening. zdc zbn zsh zwr
Tuesday 14th
A hectic morning, me pear picking and carrying things in from Margaret’s [shed] and my house. … zdc zfd zdc zfl
Daddy and I all alone until we go up [to Oxford] on Thursday. Next week today I go into my segregated community of uninterested bourgeois contemporaries. zfl zem
During the afternoon I finished off jobs and read Anatole France—a rather naughtily funny man. One lovely prayer of an Italian girl to the Virgin Mary “O thou who conceived without sin, have the grace to grant that I may sin without conceiving”. zbn
We listened to a rather woolly Brains Trust, answering rather good questions, preponderantly political. zrd
Salerno bridgehead fiercely attacked, some ground lost. zlb
