Wednesday, 12 November 2008

Sunday, 30 May 1943

A cold unpleasant morning with some rain and thunder. Mabel and I went to morning service at the parish church.
It turned into a lovely afternoon, Grattan sunbathed and we had tea out of doors. I sat twice with Aymée Grant who had had a wire to say that her sister was slightly better. I rang up Pips before dinner and she says that James has still no signs of a rash and she hopes she may be able to bring him here a little later in the week.

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