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On those first days of August, I had little to do in the office except wait for news. The ‘leave season' had set in, as it had not done for six years; rooms round me were empty; the files ended ‘cd we discuss on my return?'
When I arrived in the morning, I looked for a despatch from America: but none came. I got through my work in an hour. Then I rang up Martin at Barford, hoping that Getliffe might have signalled to them and not to London: no news. There was nothing to do. Often, in the afternoons, I went off by myself to Lord's.