Jolly old Wailer set up on Thursday night. This time it was the goods. Gunfire loud and frequent. Searchlights filled the sky and planes caught in them. Lots of people watching. Ladbroke Square gun cracking out. Donned my tin hat — courage returned and I joined the sightseers. All London was doing the same.
Shells bursting and amazing fireworks filled the air above us. Went in for the News — then came another wave of bombers. Our bombers were on the way out as the Germans came in — sometimes the searchlights caught one of ours, and sometimes the enemy.
Heard next morning that 3O tons of bombs had dropped. Woodford, Ilford, Grays, Battersea, Hampstead … some say Red Lion Square and Vauxhall Bridge. Windows of Woolworths in Kensington High St blown out by one of our shells.
It might just as well have dropped in Lansdowne Rd and put us out of action. Felt our conduct in being out in the road was most reprehensible, but I did enjoy it. Had seen a bit of the Battle of Britain. Anyway, then Mr H. and I settled down to work, and it was 11.30 p.m. before I went up the road.
Armies are plodding diligently up the Italian stocking, but it is heavy going. Duke of Wellington has been killed. That makes three Dukes lost so far, which is a good quota, considering there are not many of them.
Heavy raid on Frankfurt and I thought of the Remy family there. Naples is having a rotten time.
The Germans are using the word elastic as the phrase of the moment. This has amused the European News broadcaster. It is to explain their retreats… the situation is elastic… So he suggested that they would soon get tied up in their own elastic, and be unable to get it undone.