July 27, 1942
I laid in bed – Mother brought my breakfast up and sat and talked to me until 12 noon. I then kicked her out and got up and got cleaned up. After lunch we drove to Wokingham to visit Ethel, then drove to Bearwood Castle, then back home for tea. I caught the 9 o’clock train for London, and came to the Goring Hotel. Very, very nice quiet place – just got to sleep when Fritz, the silly ass, came over and dropped a bomb somewhere not too far away. It wasn’t too bad though, I heard the bomb, but was asleep when the alert went – and had gone to sleep again before the all clear went, so wasn’t disturbed much.