13th August 1940

Daddy went to Exeter to buy anti-blast for windows and at 4.30 air-raid sirens were heard. He went into air-raid shelter in Queen Street with several hundred people. Marion and I, with Wiggles, tied up with us, lay down in the hall. Half an hour later all clear sounded. We now have stirrup pump, against incendiary bombs. Marion says: 'I don't see what there is to worry about an air raid, either you get blown up, then you don't know anything more about it, or you don't and it is alright, so why make a fuss about it all.' She always goes and fixes pillows and eiderdowns and torch and the kitten, in the hall herself during a daylight raid. I have spent 3 nights sleeping on floor in Marion's room.