8 Sep 1945, Barbara Anslow's diary

Mum came in from Stanley, up to my office.  She looked very nice in blue and white dress  (from some unknown source, and hollows in her face seem to have filled in already.)

Pears for breakfast, and lovely cold meat for tiffin, and pasty for dinner.

The new administration arrived (Brigadier MacDougall.)

Mum visited Naval Dockyard and Naval Terrace. ((Naval Terrace was an enclosed block of 6 lovely flats (ground, first and second floor) adjoining the Naval Dockyard, the entrance being in Queen's Road.  All occupied by key Dockyard personnel who needed to be near the Dockyard. My Dad was Superintending Electrical Engineer. We had a ground floor flat, spacious rooms, verandahs on each side. Lovely garden all around, with trees - and a hard tennis court. There was a door in the wall through which employees could walk into the dockyard, but we used the main door which opened on to Queen's Road.   Every night a Dockyard Policeman (Indian I think) used to patrol round our flats. We had lived there until Dad died)).

Barbara B. & I to hotel, met Mum and Olive, then to King's Theatre, free show. Saw 'The Lodger' and new Gaumont British News, retaking of Rangoon etc; had a glimpse of Princess Elizabeth.

Mum staying over night with Olive.

Had a sort of medical exam today - I was put down 'to leave HKong early' (ie., not immediate or delayed).