Douglas and Poppy are dead. Elizabeth and I went to Hove, which, I have to say, was busier than I’d expected for a Tuesday. Does nobody go to work anymore? Douglas had wanted to show Elizabeth something. We walked into a house on St. Albans Avenue (near the King Alfred swimming pool?) and there they were, shot dead. Douglas is fair game I think, but how awful about Poppy? I’m afraid it has left me very sad, even though I try not to get too sad these days.
