They wrote it this week: a dishy driller, drunk doings and a dreadful death
Extracts from diaries and letters written between August 19 and August 25
1940, Windsor Castle
[To her mother-in-law, Queen Mary] It is lovely here – delicious weather, tho’ too many air raid alarms! We refused utterly to descend into the bowls of the earth on Sunday when the sirens went at 1.15 [pm]! Having visited Uncle Arthur [Queen Victoria’s son the Duke of Connaught, then aged 90] after Church, we arrived hungry & sore of throat with shouting at him & to be deprived of luncheon was too much, we felt! So we ate happily, whilst tin hatted Wardens peered reproachfully at us now & then...