16th April 1940

Dr B is back.  Says he was called away to Manchester for a few days for a reason he couldn’t say.  As if I’d be interested.  He says that he will come and take me out shortly.  I have to wait on him it seems.  I feel a bit guilty that I didn’t check if he was ill I suppose.  I expect I shall go out with him.  I could prove once and for all that there’s nothing in that curse, that it’s all been coincidence.