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We had a concert tonight over in one of the furthest aeroplane hangars, and the first half was broadcast as from ‘Somewhere in England’. A great many photographs were taken of the female artists with the RAF and the male artists with the WAAF, and also numerous news-reels. As I was unfortunately at the back of the hall I doubt if my bright camera-smiling face will flash over England. In the interval Joyce and I pushed our way through the mob and got Will Hay to autograph our programmes. The programme was too long and somewhat patchy, the community singing being the best, especially our rendering of ‘I'll See You Again’ and ‘Tipperary’ which always makes me want to cry.

We marched back in the dark with Ely (an NCO) running up and down the long, long line shouting at us to keep in step and not hold hands and not talk and not sing, and then at the gate being nice again and saying ‘Goodnight – sleep well’. Now we're sitting in our bedroom in various stages of night attire and translating one of the German pamphlets illegally obtained and feeling like we're having a secret meeting.