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1 May 2011

Sunday 27th April 1941: roses shrivelled

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Cold; the sky overcast and looking like snow. The bitter N. wind has shrivelled the new growth on the roses. Walk along line to Wimbledon; saw loco. Lord Howe - a grand engine. Dear Joan Hicks called; she is my favourite: a very lovely girl.
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