1st September 1940

We seem to be on Jerry's bus-route. Every night we hear them zooming around us. It is a strange feeling going to bed each night and wondering if 'you will be here the next day'. I now sleep on a camp bed in Marion's room and sleep better, being near her, in case of danger. We have put sheet iron trays, filled with sand, in attic over Marion's bed, as a protection against incendiary bombs and iron and sand bag protection at the windows. So now our bungalow is a little fortress! So we can only hope for the best.