Christmas day. Raw cold, dismal, damp. Ciss and I spent the day together. Heard the King on the wireless. In evening played Madge's records on the radio-gram with enjoyable results. With a moving-coil speaker it would be very high class indeed. I may buy one: it would be money well spent. A very different Xmas to those we spent years ago, but there was no enemy activity to mar the day which was quite a happy one. Last Xmas Day I went to see Ciss in hospital. Oh, I forgot: in afternoon walked along rail path right into Wimbledon and back.
|"Heard the King on the wireless"|
(1940s' portrait of George VI via Wikipedia)