7 December 2014

7th Dec 1944: Dennis the cherub

7 Thur. Raw cold, dismal; rain all day. To Wimbledon to buy a pretty wall-border for the sitting room. Put it up but found I had not bought enough. Met Willie Willmot in Wimbledon. To Morden to buy sprats in the rain. Little Dennis Veale called Ee-oh! and let himself in: he asked for a “bisc-hole”. He remembers I gave him a ring biscuit and the hole in the centre amused him. Later I saw him asleep in his cot looking like a cherub with rosy apple face. Rocket at 8.10 p.m. between S and SW.

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