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14 January 2011

Tuesday 14th January 1941: blackbird & graves

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Cold, a little less dull: calm and a sweet quietness in the air like the first signs of Spring. Heard a blackbird trying over his notes. Planted dear Mother's grave with mixed daffodils and narcissus. Mrs Akroyd called with meat for the cats: let her have the rest of the bulbs for planting on Mr. Akroyd's graves . Bought clear dope at Norman's and doped the (???) fuselage at night: looks nice. No raids.
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