After breakfast I strolled out into t-place. It ill,    like    t of great blabers came o be bang overhead.

        t moment I    t, if you’d o be teresting instance of ioned reflex. Because ion of mistake—le of a bomb. I    y years, but I didn’t o be told     taking any kind of t I did t thing. I flung myself on my face.

        After all I’m glad you didn’t see me. I don’t suppose I looked dignified. I tened out on t like a rat ed so quickly t in t sed o be afraid t it ake and I’d made a fool of myself for nothing.

        But t moment—ah!

        BOOM-BRRRRR!

        A noise like t, and ton of coal falling on to a s of tin. t o kind of melt into t. ‘It’s started,’ I t. ‘I kne! Old ler didn’t . Just sent    warning.’

        A    aop to toe, I ime to t t ting of a big projectile.    does it sound like? It’s o say, because ial. You seem to see great ss of iron bursting open. But t gives you of being suddenly s reality. It’s like being er over you. You’re suddenly dragged out of your dreams by a g of burstial, and it’s terrible, and it’s real.

        ting for didn’t fall. I raised my tle. On every side people seemed to be ruso t I e face, rat me. hering:

        ‘ is it? ’s    are they doing?’

        ‘It’s started,’ I said. ‘t was a bomb. Lie down.’

        But still t fall. Anoter of a minute or so, and I raised my ill rus, otanding as if to t    a black jet of smoke reaming upraordinary sig t-place treet rises a little. And dotle    of    moment, of course, I sa     pigs at all, it ing for some cellar o take cover in case of air-raids. At t a taller pig    I tell you for a moment tly like a herd of pigs.

        I picked myself up and -place. People e a little croohe bomb had dropped.

        O, of course. It    a German aeroplaer all. t broken out. It . to do a bit of bombing practice—at any rate t ake. I expect    a good tig off for it. By time t tmaster o ask    t, everyo . But time, somete and five minutes,    didn’t last any longer. Anoter of an    spy.

        I follotle side-street off treet, to     fifty yards from ened aing a big kick out of it. Luckily I got tes before te of ty people or so t ed I sahing.

        At first sig looked as if tables. t of existeo t of it    of its roof blo    . Its    joily as if someone     raordinary    in tairs rooms notouc    like looking into a doll’s s-of-dra made, and a jerry uly as it    t o tful smaser, cs of a varnisableclotes, and creak of marmalade be t in among t a leg, rouser still on it and a black boot    people were oo-ing and a.

        I    it and took it in. to get mixed up o to pack my bag.

        t. I’m going    as a matter of fact I didn’t s off my sely. One never does.    and about and discuss it for    muc of Lo day, everyone oo busy talking about t it sounded like and     t fair gave    did you expect, it just s ten off part of ongue oo t turned out t o taken it fra it    tog factory. After t of try sent a spect t saying t ts of ting’. As a matter of fact it only killed tt    door. t mud tified ts, but trace of Perrott. Not even a trouser-button to read the burial service over.

        In ternoon I paid my bill and . I didn’t    after I’d paid to cut it out of you try els, and    pretty freely. I left my ne of tackle in my bedroom. Let ‘em keep it. No use to me. It    I’d co teac t. Fat men of forty-five ’t go fis kind of t ’s just a dream, the grave.

        It’s funny o you by degrees.     ual moment, of course, it scared ts out of me, and    from seeing a street-act. Disgusting, of course. Quite enougo make me fed-up    it    really made much impression.

        But as I got clear of tskirts of Lour all came bae. You ks your ts running in a certain rimes ’s a feeling of being able to see tter perspective t I’d been doubtful about I felt certain about noo begin o Loion in my mind. ’s a back to to live, or is it gone for ever? ell, I’d o go back to Lo put Jonao t expect you to follorain of t. And it ucked a er t I could step bato , and finally I’d stepped bato it and found t it did. I’d y dreams, aake t.N.t.

        ar is ing. 1941, ty of broken crockery, and little s of tered atant’s clerk plastered over t     kind of tter, anyell you ay in Lo’S ALL GOING tO    at terrified of, t you tell yourself are just a nigries. truncs, ting out of bedroom ’s all going to —at any rate, I k against it if you like, or look tend not to notice, rab your spanner and rus to do a bit of face-smas t. It’s just somet’s got to happen.

        I trod on ttle rees and fields of ill tty nearly red-. I felt in muc t day in January    my     seemed to me t I could see t, and all t’ll o all of times, of course, even t or t’s a tice ’s reassuring. tretcy. It’s like Siberia. And ttle grocers’ s’s too big to be ain more or less tly I struto outer London and follo lives i London stretcreets, squares, back-alleys, tes, blocks of flats, pubs, fried-fisure-y miles, and all t million people tle private lives    to ered. t made t could smas out of existence. And t! teness of all tting out tball coupons, Bill illiams sories in t million of to keep on    to?

        Illusion! Baloney! It doesn’t matter . times are ing, and treamlined men are ing too. ’s ing after ks me. I only kno if t, better say good-bye to it noo ttling all time.

        But o the suburb my mood suddenly ged.

        It suddenly struck me—and it    even crossed my mind till t moment—t    really be ill after all.

        t’s t of enviro, you see. In Loaken it absolutely fra s ill and    me    ural at time, I don’t k Bletcate closed round me like a kind of red-brick prison,    is, ts of t came back. I    bloody rot it    I’d ed t five days on. Sneaking off to Loo try and recover t, and t of propic baloney about ture. ture! ’s ture got to do ’s our future. As for ill t tter.

        And suddenly I sao t. Of course t a fake! As tion! It    trut s all, s t s be lying some sent a most    t of dreadful cold feeling in my guts. I y miles an ead of taking to topped outside t.

        So I’m fond of er all, you say! I don’t knoly , but you ’t imagine yourself    it. It’s part of you. ell, t’s    about    stick t of    t t s be dead or even in paihrough me.

        I fumbled    tos me.

        ‘hilda!’ I yelled. ‘hilda!’

        No ans I ter silence, and some cold s started out on my bae. Maybe ted o al already—maybe tairs in ty house.

        I started to dasairs, but at t t of t e t    beginning to fail. Lorna ers.

        ‘Oo, Daddy! Oo, it’s Daddy! oday? Mummy said you    ing till Friday.’

        ‘her?’ I said.

        ‘Mummy’s out. S out oday, Daddy?’

        ‘t been ill?’

        ‘No. ho said she’d been ill? Daddy! have you been in Birmingham?’

        ‘Yes. Get back to bed, nog cold.’

        ‘But ws, Daddy?’

        ‘ presents?’

        ‘ts you’ve bought us from Birmingham.’

        ‘You’ll see the m,’ I said.

        ‘Oo, Daddy! ’t onight?’

        ‘No. Dry up. Get back to bed or I’ll he pair of you.’

        So s ill after all. So be glad or sorry. I turned back to t door, h.

        I looked at o of t. It o t less tes earlier I’d been in teual cold s on my bae, at t t s be dead. ell, s dead, s as usual. Old oss t you invariably e back to, ternal verities as old Porteous calls t    in too good a temper. Sed me a little quick look, like simes tle tance, mig seem surprised to see me back, however.

        ‘Oh, so you’re back already, are you?’ she said.

        It seemed pretty obvious t I    anso kiss me.

        ‘t on promptly. t’s o say sometant you set foot i expeg you. You’ll just o    I don’t t any cheese.’

        I folloos into tting-room. I s tc. I meant to get my say in first, and I ker if I took a strong line from tart.

        ‘No trie?’

        S laid op of t she looked genuinely surprised.

        ‘ trick?    do you mean?’

        ‘Sending out t S.O.S.!’

        ‘ S.O.S.?    are you tALKING about, Gee?’

        ‘Are y to tell me you didn’t get to send out an S.O.S. saying you were seriously ill?’

        ‘Of course I didn’t!    ill.     for?’

        I began to explain, but almost before I began I saake. I’d only    fe ory. It just upid mistake t’s altle bit of imagination I’d credited erest in tes or so er all. But t c trouble of some kind ing. And tioning me in    quiet and kind of chful.

        ‘So you el at Birmingham?’

        ‘Yes. Last nigional Broadcast.’

        ‘hen?’

        ‘t t in case to lie my    of it. Left at ten, lunc try, tea at Bedford—I’d got it all mapped out.)

        ‘So you t last nig even leave till this m?’

        ‘But I tell you I didn’t t I explained? I t it    anotricks. It sounded a damn sight more likely.’

        ‘t at all!’ s I kne s on more quietly: ‘So you left this m, did you?’

        ‘Yes. I left about ten. I    try—’

        ‘t for t out at me, and in tant sook out a piece of paper, and    out as if it hing.

        I felt as if someone    me a so t ! S me after all. And t even kno    t it    proved I’d been off uffing    out of me. A moment earlier I’d been kind of bullying    to be angry because I’d been dragged back from Birmingurables on me. You don’t o tell me    t moment. I kno ten all over me in big letters—I kno even guilty! But it’s a matter of . I’m used to being in t    t out of my voice as I answered:

        ‘ do you mean? ’s t t there?’

        ‘You read it and you’ll see    is.’

        I took it. It ter from o be a firm of solicitors, and it reet as Rotom’s el, I noticed.

        ‘Dear Madam,’ I read, ‘ito your letter of t.,    be some mistake. Rotom’s el o a block of offices. No one ansion of your husband has been here. Possibly—’

        I didn’t read any furt all in a flastle bit too clever and put my foot in it. t one faint ray of    ten to post tter I’d addressed from Rotom’s, in    possible I could brazen it out. But    t idea.

        ‘ell, Gee, you see ter says? t e to Rotom’s el—o a little note, asking t! t even any su’s el. And t, I got your letter saying you    tel. You got someoo post it for you, I suppose. t was your business in Birmingham!’

        ‘But look    all t isn’t    all. You don’t uand.’

        ‘Oand PERFECtLY.’

        ‘But look here, hilda—’

        asn’t any use, of course. It    eve urned and tried to make for the door.

        ‘I’ll o take to the garage,’ I said.

        ‘O get out of it like t. You’ll stay en to    to say, please.’

        ‘But, damn it! I’ve got to s,    I? It’s past ligime. You don’t    us to get fined?’

        At t s me go, and I    out and s, but anding tters, mine and tor’s on table in front of    a little of my nerve back, and I ry:

        ‘Listen,    ick about thing.’

        ‘I’m sure YOU could explain anytion is wher I’d believe you.’

        ‘But you’re just jumping to clusions!    made you e to tel people, anyway?’

        ‘It    turned out.’

        ‘O? So you don’t miing t blasted o our private affairs?’

        ‘S need aing in. It o to tell , you see. S you, Gee. So    like you.’

        ‘But, hilda—’

        I looked at e u does w rue!

        And Gos I could see a it’s like. tly nagging and sulking, and tty remarks after you te, and ting to kno’s all about. But    me doal squalor, tal atmospo Lo even be ceivable. t    t. If I spent a o o Loo be fading out of my mind. o Lo seemed meaningless. Not gas bills, sche offionday.

        One more try:

        ‘But look    you t you’re absolutely o you you’re wrong.’

        ‘Oo tell all those lies?’

        ing a, of course.

        I took a pace or t. ?    ture and t, seeing t ture and t don’t matter? ever motives I miger-alin, bombs, mac , all fading out. Not a vulgar looshes.

        One last try:

        ‘ listen to me a minute. Look    know whis week, do you?’

        ‘I don’t    to kno’s quite enough for me.’

        ‘But das—’

        Quite useless, of course. Sy and noell me    migake a couple of er t trouble looming up, because presently it o o rip, and t I’d been    on    teen quid. Really t go on till ted    resistance. And in my mind I raies, which were:

        A. to tell    I’d really been doing and somehow make her believe me.

        B. to pull t losing my memory.

        C. to let    ake my medie.

        But, damn it! I kneould o be.

        thE END
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