Tuesday, March 13, 1945

Back to work with about 4 hours sleep feeling marvelous all day. Jimmie always makes me feel that way. I suppose partly because he is so alive, and partly because of the plain, honest content of being with him. No, not content - active leaping happiness - I feel so tenderly toward him - and so close. A queer elation that frightens me because I know it can never happen again to me - and that I'll have to live without it - and I'm not even sure I want to. Then too, I wonder if Jimmie doesn't make other people feel the same way - that's a chilling thought, but one worth taking seriously. It's the first time in my life I have still not been lonely with another. It's the most perfect thing in my experience. But I'm afraid not for long -

Monday, March 12, 1945

Went to little Audrey Pewell at Selfridges and she was delighted as usual to do my hair. Took her a PX lipstick. She's a lovely child - under 17, mature, sensible - has dimples at the tops of her cheeks. Wants to marry an American, of course. Called John Green at BBC and made a tea date at the Berkeley. Went to the Savoy for a Scotch - it's lovely and simple in the American Bar, perfect taste, modern. It was lunch time, just a few in the bar. Wrote Johnny a letter from the Savoy. Went to lunch at a Turkish restaurant and ate great food (Soho). John Green took me to the Conservative Club on St. James St. for tea. We plan to go to Cambridge in a couple of weeks. No call from Jimmie until 9 when I was very worried. Joyous at seeing him, but he was terribly down because Geo. Pottsford, the timesmith, had thieved his new time in the Special Service Show. We went to our little Court Club and got mildly high on Scotches and back to the hotel. As evr and always we were divinely happy, and he threw a kiss through the window of the train at 5.30 AM. Jimmie is the "voice" on a documentary war film Garson Kanin is making also. Wanted a "tense voice" - he got it!

Sunday, March 11, 1945

Jimmie called about 3 - said all sorts of things had happened - the "most remarkable week of his life in some ways". I was cheery, and happy to say I'd have dinner with him Monday eve. My gawd, how wonderful to hear that voice!

Capt Baker called from London - wants me to call him tomorrow. He wants a pair of stockings for his wife, so I told him to get me the Scotch, and I'd get the hose.

Took the 6:35 to London and hoped Jimmie would meet me but he couldn't. Talked all the way to an RAF Police Inspector in Hawkshaw clothes. He divided his ham sandwiches with me - knew all about Gloucestershire - told me about the flower called "flitterary", a bluebell which blooms only in one village near here.

I was given a room at Red Cross, 103 Park. Light supper by a cheery little maid - coke to take to bed! Alma Klingas from the 53rd General was there - hadn't seen her since we landed.

Saturday, March 10, 1945

Ward entertainers and hauling the piano. Memories of how I first hauled our big piano to the broadcast so Jimmie could play - how I introduced him - how he apologized for interrupting me on the air - how gorgeous his music sounded when I went into the next room and listened to it coming out as the wards heard it. How I, never thinking he was more than 22 or 23, rushed to him later and kissed him impulsively, saying "Jimmie, you were beautiful!!". How he didn't change expression, but later laughed at me and told me he is 30, an old man. I was abashed (but I'd do it again).

No call this AM, he has a mild lacing coming up. Dance at the club - refused to dance, talked to Capt Eschelbacher. Great bore...no call.

Friday, March 9, 1945

No mail - nothing to break the monotony. Soph still at the 111th Hospital recuperating.