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Morning: I am really sick! It must have been the hard-boiled eggs…I threw up twice but then I felt better afterwards. In the afternoon we left by bus with Brunetier the dentist and his daughter, wife, cousin and his horrible other daughter. We all just about managed to fit in. Mummy asks why my case is so heavy, but it’s not surprising as I have my diary in it and the first five volumes of my novel. Result: I have only the one dress, and I forgot my handbag.

We have a dog with us, Mme Bissell’s, she abandoned it. The bus had barely set off when it was sick, all over Nicole’s new skirt. The smell was so bad that three officers sitting behind us put on their gas masks. We reach La Loupe. There’s a bomb alert.

We were lucky to get a place on a livestock truck. Hot and dusty and very dirty! The bombing carries on the whole way. I squash my bag in half sitting on it, and I’m bathed in sweat. We stop for four hours on the track, 1km from Le Mans. We are dying of thirst and Brunetier’s cousin gives her daughter something to drink without offering us any.