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22-Jun 00:01 – Tuesday<\/div>

The reduction in the number of Martians patrolling London allows the NUWSS hospital to open quietly. Red weed continues to choke the streets, and people still have to hide from the Martians to access help, but the wireless communication and organisation from the surviving NUWSS members provide hope for survivors.<\/p>\n

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Still at his underground base Morant and his followers toast Queen Victoria for her accession to the throne in 1837. This would have been the day of the Diamond Jubilee celebrations.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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22-Jun 07:30 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

Have been repairing my #dividedskirts and cleaning knee abrasions. But\u2026today #IWillHelpPeople because @NUWSS has the word out. #Tired #RefreshedInSpirit #IHaveSoreKnees<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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22-Jun 08:00 @BreakerMorant #TheNewHospital<\/div>

The National Union of Women\u2019s Suffrage Societies (NUWSS) hospital opened today. Mother tells me I should be polite, but the women there are a bunch of trumped-up old biddies. Still, they have wireless communication. We have arranged to admit people to the hospital and evacuate those discharged through the Charring Cross station.<\/p>\n

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22-Jun 09:00 @BreakerMorant #GodBlessTheQueen<\/div>

At the breakfast handover, we announced we could start directing refugees with medical problems to the hospital.<\/p>\n

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We toast Queen Victoria for her accession to the throne in 1837. This would have been the day of the Diamond Jubilee celebrations.<\/p>\n

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22-Jun 10:00 @toniwantstovote<\/div>
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#Hospital is now ready for patients. #WeHaveMedicines #WeHaveEquipment<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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22-Jun 13:30 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

#MorningClinic done. People have to come so quietly. #hiding #streets #redweed<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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22-Jun 13:47 @toniwantstovote<\/div>
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#InPatients We have some! But so #sick.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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22-Jun 14:00 @HGWells #RedWeed<\/div>

On the 14th day of his confinement Wells enters the kitchen, and is surprised to find that the fronds of the red weed had grown right across the hole in the wall, turning the half-light of the place into a crimson-coloured obscurity.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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22-Jun 14:15 @BreakerMorant #FirstSigns<\/div>

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22-Jun 14:45 @BreakerMorant #TheLambethTripod<\/div>

Vogan and I investigate the stationary tripod. There is no movement from the tripod except for crows that are pecking at something.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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22-Jun 15:15 @BreakerMorant #TheLambethTripod<\/div>

The local men are keen to bring it down, but we convince them it is safer to set a gunpowder charge off next to one of its legs tomorrow if it\u2019s still there.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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22-Jun 19:06 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

@GraceHarwood and I have #RelocatedFractures #BandagedWounds #antisepsis #WishIHadXrays #ClinicalReasoningIsGood<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 00:01 – Wednesday<\/div>

Wells is drawn out of the house he had been imprisoned in Sheen by the sight of a dog fossicking around the Martian pit. Over the course of the day we follow his progress through Kew before he breaks into the inn at the top of Putney Hill to spend the night.<\/p>\n

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In London Morant is focussed on a tripod that had been found motionless in Lambeth.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 05:30 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

Awake early today. So much to do at the #hospital. We have supplies for now, but after yesterday, I can see that the #NeedIsGreat.<\/p>\n

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@GraceHarwoodStewart and I took shifts last night caring for our #patients. #NeedNursesToHelp<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 05:31 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

#yawn #tired #fatigue #WantToGoBackToSleep<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 06:00 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

#Meeting with @NUWSS today again. That #line. There are other words I\u2019d like to say, but #IAmAResponsibleWoman #MedicalStudent #WhereIsOurGovernment? #HidingInBirmingham<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 07:00 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

#Sadness – lost 2 #patients last night. @GraceHarwoodStewart and I have washed the bodies and prepared them for burial. @LizCabury says that #RedWeed is helpful as it covers our activities. #StJamesPark is across the road.<\/p>\n

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Perhaps now we can do something about the #stench under cover of the #RedWeed #Martians will not see us as long as we\u2019re careful.<\/p>\n

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#MorningClinic opens again in half an hour. #IAmHelpingPeople #StillTired #fulfilled<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 07:30 @HGWells #Sheen<\/div>

Wells has lain close to the peep-hole, not daring to move aside the red plants that obscures it. Once or twice he has heard a faint pitter-patter like the feet of the dog going back and forth on the sand below, and there were more birdlike sounds, but that is all, but now …<\/p>\n

… encouraged by the silence, Wells looks out through the hole to see, that except in the corner, where a multitude of crows hop and fight over the skeletons of the dead the Martians had consumed, not a living thing in the pit.<\/p>\n

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All the machinery has gone. Save for the big mound of grayish-blue powder in one corner, some bars of aluminium in another, the black birds, and the skeletons of the killed, the place is merely an empty circular pit in the sand. Deserted!<\/p>\n

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Slowly Wells forces himself through the red weed, and stands upon the mound of rubble to see neither Martians nor sign of any Martians. He writes that: “At last, realising my chance of escape has come I begin to tremble.”<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 07:31 @HGWells #Sheen<\/div>

When Wells had last seen this part of Sheen it had been a straggling street of comfortable white and red houses, interspersed with shady trees. Now he stands on a mound of smashed brickwork, clay, and gravel, spread with red, knee-high cactus-shaped plants.<\/p>\n

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The neighbouring houses had all been wrecked, but none had been burned; their walls stand, sometimes to the second story, with smashed windows and shattered doors. The red weed growing tumultuously in their roofless rooms.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 07:32 @HGWells #Sheen<\/div>

Below Wells lies a great pit, where the crows struggle for its refuse. A number of other birds hop about among the ruins. Far away Wells sees a gaunt cat slink, along a wall, but traces of men there were none.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 07:33 @HGWells #Sheen<\/div>

As Wells later writes: “the day seemed, by contrast with my recent confinement, dazzlingly bright, the sky a glowing blue. A gentle breeze kept the red weed that covered every scrap of unoccupied ground swaying. And oh! the sweetness of the air!”<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 09:00 @HGWells #SheenTowardsKew<\/div>

With his first need food, Wells discovers an enclosed garden where he finds some young onions, a couple of gladiolus bulbs, and a quantity of immature carrots, all of which he secures, and continues on his way through scarlet and crimson trees towards Kew.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 09:05 @BreakerMorant #TheLambethTripod<\/div>
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Lookouts report no movement of Martians overnight.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 09:10 @BreakerMorant #TheLambethTripod<\/div>

Marie, Vogan and two others are to take a barrel of gunpowder to the tripod in Lambeth<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 09:30 @HGWells #SheenTowardsKew<\/div>

Farther on, in a grassy place, Wells finds a group of mushrooms, which he devours, before coming upon a brown sheet of flowing shallow water, where meadows used to be.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 10:15 @HGWells #ToRestPerchanceTo…<\/div>

Wells settles to rest for the remainder of the day in a shrubbery, being too fatigued to push on. Since waking Wells has seen no other humans, and no signs of the Martians, though he encounters a couple of hungry-looking dogs.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 10:20 @BreakerMorant #TheLambethTripod<\/div>

No need for Gunpowder; the tripod at Lambeth had fallen, and dogs are tearing at the Martian’s corpse.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 10:30 @BreakerMorant #TheLambethTripod<\/div>

What\u2019s left of the body is rotting flesh. Marie thinks that the Martians are susceptible to bacterial infections. If Brown was correct, they would stop coming because they can\u2019t survive here.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 11:40 @BreakerMorant #TheLambethTripod<\/div>

Found an abandoned ale house and celebrate. This is good, but I tell Marie I would have preferred to blast their sorry hides with a heat gun. Marie refuses to work on the weapon from the fallen tripod but says that fifty arsenic rockets are ready.<\/p>\n

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One of my lookouts was a doctor by the name of Bernard Bloom. He claimed it was Almighty God that killed the Martians. He said that in our God\u2019s infinite wisdom He used rotting animals to create a deadly miasma to smite the profane creatures. He chastised Marie \u00a0for using arsenic, which would have, he said, protected the Martians from the divine retribution of the miasma. She had chosen her own way instead of God\u2019s way.<\/p>\n

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I don\u2019t want to repeat Marie\u2019s response. I was lucky my French is bad. Bloom wasn\u2019t so fortunate. I got Bloom to leave, but it was mainly for his protection. Marie had many staunch followers, and it could have got messy.<\/p>\n

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I\u2019ve never seen Marie so angry, and she had directed anger at me in the past. Told her that everyone with an ounce of sense would be grateful for her work to rid us of Martians.<\/p>\n

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Marie suggests Vogan and I go to the Martian base in Primrose Hill to release their prisoners and ensure there are no Martian survivors.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 14:05 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

#Meeting with @NUWSS very useful. @MilliFawcett has network up and running. Scouting parties head out at night, and food supplies have been located. #AllItTakesIsOrganisation #WeDemandTheVote #AbrogationOfResponsibility\u00a0 #FillingTheVoid<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 14:10 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

@MilliFawcett has located several #nurses who are relocating here. Some of our #oldies are preparing quarters for them, and have also volunteered to assist. #ThankHeavensForOldies #OldiesHavePurpose<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 19:21 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

It\u2019s now clear that when #London was #evacuated, many people were left behind or #StayedToHelp. All they needed was #leadership #organisation and #direction. @NUWSS is #FillingTheVoid<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 19:48 @toniwantstovote<\/div>
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#Nurses arrived this afternoon. Fabulous women. They\u2019ve already organised themselves into a rotating shift pattern, so @GraceHarwoodStewart and I can sleep tonight. #SoTired #LoveNurses #TheyAreAmazing<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 20:35 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

@MarieRadiumCurie is here! #excited #SheCameToHelp #sadness #LostHerHusband #HeatRay #Martians @BreakerMorant brought her to us.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 20:40 @toniwantstovote<\/div>
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@BreakerMorant is a strange man. #IsHeForReal? #FullOfHimself #rebel #WhatsWithTheFeather<\/p>\n

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23-Jun 21:21 @HGWells #ToPutney<\/div>

After sunset Wells struggles on along the road towards Putney, where he finds signs that the Heat-Ray had been used. And in a garden beyond Roehampton he finds a quantity of immature potatoes, sufficient to stay his hunger.<\/p>\n

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From this garden Wells looks down upon Putney and the river. To Wells the sight appears singularly desolate: “blackened trees, blackened, desolate ruins, and down the hill the sheets of the flooded river, red-tinged with the weed. And over all this\u2014silence.”<\/p>\n

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Filled with terror at how swiftly the desolating change had come, Wells is convinced (erroneously as we know) that the extermination of mankind was, save for such stragglers as he, had been completed in this part of the world and the Martians had left, seeking food elsewhere.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 22:30 @HGWells #PutneyHill<\/div>
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Wells spends the night in the inn that stands at the top of Putney Hill, sleeping in a made bed for the first time since his flight to Leatherhead and on a full stomach after finding two tins of pineapples and some biscuits.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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23-Jun 23:30 @HGWells #Nightmares<\/div>

He later writes that he dreams “that night of the curate, the Martians, and his wife, and wakes to find himself sitting in bed, staring at the dark. And for the first time since his return from Leatherhead he prays, steadfastly and sanely, face to face with the darkness of God.”<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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24-Jun 00:01 – Thursday<\/div>

On the edge of Wimbledon Common Wells meets the artilleryman he first met at Woking so many days before. The artilleryman has not seen any Martians for 5 days and they discuss his plans for resistance. And the identity the artilleryman is disclosed for the first time.<\/p>\n

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In London Toni continues to be thankful for those who were left or stayed behind. Edith Cavell, who would, during The German War, be shot by the Germans for helping soldiers of both side, organises the nursing staff at Queen Anne\u2019s Mansion, and the oldies who have found purpose despite their abandonment.<\/p>\n

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Toni continues to struggle with her own feelings of abandonment by the government of the day, and we begin to see her political awakening as she starts to appreciate that there may be more beyond achieving the vote. Now she has begun to question who should be in government.<\/p>\n

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This is also the last we hear of Morant, who disappears while leading a force to release any humans still held prison in the Martian\u2019s redoubt on Primrose Hill.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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Woke this morning after #SoMuchSleep. #FeelingBetter #LoveNurses #LoveOldies And someone brought me a cup of tea in bed! #FeelsSoDecadent<\/p>\n

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24-Jun 07:00 @HGWells #TheArtilleryman@WimbletonCommon<\/div>

On the edge of Wimbleton Common Wells meets the artilleryman who he had last seen at Weybridge who expounds on his thoughts about the Martians. “They”re intelligent,” Wells later records the artilleryman as saying, “and they seem to want us for food”<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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24-Jun 07:05 @HGWells #TheArtilleryman<\/div>

“First, they’ll smash us up” Wells has the artilleryman saying “\u2014ships, machines, guns, cities, all the order and organization. All that will go. If we were the size of ants we might pull through. But we’re not…<\/p>\n

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“We can beat them, but to do so we have to invent a sort of life where men can live and breed, and be sufficiently secure to bring the children up…<\/p>\n

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“The tame ones will go like all tame beasts; in a few generations they”ll be big, beautiful, rich-blooded, stupid\u2014rubbish! But we, the real men, will live underground, in London’s drains. People who don’t know drains think them horrible things…<\/p>\n

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“But under London are miles and miles of drains\u2014hundreds of miles\u2014and a few days’ rain and London empty will leave them sweet and clean. The main drains are big enough and airy enough for any one…<\/p>\n

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“And then there’s cellars, vaults, stores, from which bolting passages may be made to the drains. And the railway tunnels and subways. You see? And we form a band\u2014able-bodied, clean-minded men. We”re not going to pick up any rubbish that drifts in. Weaklings go out again…<\/p>\n

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“All these\u2014the sort of people that lived in these houses, and all those damn little clerks that used to live down that way\u2014they’d be no good. They haven’t any spirit in them\u2014no proud dreams and no proud lusts; and a man who hasn”t one or the other\u2014Lord! what is he but funk?…<\/p>\n

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“There’s 100’s of things I saw with my eyes that I’ve only begun to see clearly these last few days. There’s lots will take things as they are\u2014fat and stupid; and lots will be worried by a sort of feeling that they ought to be doing something. But the rest of us, the real men…<\/p>\n

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“We”ll learn\u2014just see: 4 or 5 of their fighting-machines suddenly starting off\u2014Heat-Rays right and left, and not a Martian in ’em, but men who have learned the way how. It may be in my time, even\u2014those men. Fancy having one of them lovely things, with its Heat-Ray on our side!…<\/p>\n

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“Fancy having it in control! What would it matter if you were smashed to smithereens at the end of the run, after a bust like that? I reckon the Martians”ll open their eyes! Can”t you see them hurrying, hurrying\u2014puffing and blowing and hooting to their other mechanical affairs?…<\/p>\n

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“Something out of gear in every case. And swish, bang, rattle, swish! just as they are fumbling over it, swish comes the Heat-Ray, and, behold! man has come back to his own.”<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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24-Jun 08:15 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

@MarieRadiumCurie will assist @SirJohnTheEngineer in analysis of #Martian samples and construction of more #WirelessDevices #scientist #HowCanSheStillFunction #sadness #HeardHerWeeping #WeAllDoWhatWeCan<\/p>\n

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24-Jun 08:37 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

#RedWeed has some white patches on it this morning. #fear #WhatNightThisMean?<\/p>\n

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24-Jun 09:00 @BreakerMorant #APartingOfFriends<\/div>

Breakfast handover is a party. Marie announces she is off to join the NUWSS\u2019 hospital. Many men want to come with Vogan and I to finish off the Martians.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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24-Jun 10:00 @BreakerMorant #Fireworks<\/div>

Marie instructs us on the fireworks, and we set off a test rocket. I wish Mrs Curie well as she and her escort leave the Station.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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24-Jun 10:30 @HGWells #MereDreams<\/div>

The Artilleryman and Wells talked through the early morning, and later crept out of the bushes, and, after scanning the sky for Martians, hurried precipitately to the house on Putney Hill where he had made his lair.<\/p>\n

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His lair was the coal-cellar, and when I saw the work he had spent a week upon\u2014it was a burrow scarcely ten yards long, which he designed to reach to the main drain on Putney Hill\u2014I had my first inkling of the gulf between his dreams and his powers. Such a hole I could have dug in a day.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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24-Jun 11:00 @BreakerMorant #ADateWithPrimroseHill<\/div>

Set off for Primrose Hill. [This is the last entry in Morant\u2019s diary]<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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24-Jun 11:46 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

#MorningClinic ran smoothly this morning. #nurses organised #oldies into #orderlies . But the numbers of people are increasing. @EdithCavellNurse is a mastermind of organisation. #ThankHeavensForNurses .<\/p>\n

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So far we haven\u2019t found any doctors to assist @GraceHarwoodStewart and I. @NUWSS continues to ask all new #refugees. Fortunately our #nurses are women of experience with many skills.<\/p>\n

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24-Jun 12:15 @HGWells #TheArtillerymanMereDreams<\/div>

Wells believed in the artilleryman sufficiently to work with him all that morning, refreshed with a tin of mock-turtle soup and wine from the neighbouring pantry. Wells described finding a curious relief from the aching strangeness of the world in this steady labor.<\/p>\n

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But as they work objections and doubts began to arise in Wells’ mind; but he continues to work there all the morning, so glad was he to find himself with a purpose again. Then just as Well’s mind returns to his doubts the artilleryman announces it is time for lunch.<\/p>\n

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Over lunch, in answer to Wells’ questions, his companion returns to his grandiose plans again, growing so enthusiastic, and talking so eloquently of the possibility of capturing a fighting-machine that Wells begins to half-believe in him again.<\/p>\n

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But Wells is also to begin to understand something of his quality – the stress he lays on doing nothing precipitately. After eating the artilleryman insists upon playing cards. He teaches Wells euchre, and after dividing London between them they play for parish points.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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24-Jun 13:40 @toniwantstovote<\/div>
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#Martians strangely silent today. No #tripods seen moving around. Are they waiting for something? #fear #apprehension<\/p>\n

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24-Jun 15:00 #TheArtilleryman<\/div>

After lunch the artilleryman teaches Well’s poker, after which Wells beats him at three tough chess games. When dark comes they decide to take the risk, and light a lamp.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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24-Jun 17:25 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

Met with @MilliGawcett when #AfternoonClinic was over. @NUWSS has placed @SirJohnTheEngineer\u2019s devices across #London in strategic places. We now have #communication between groups.<\/p>\n

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@NUWSS have requested aid from #Birmingham to assist with medical needs. #NoReply #WeAreBelowTheLine #anger<\/p>\n

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@NUWSS reports some issues with reckless drunkenness. People deal with disaster in many ways, but this way seems quite ridiculous to me. #fools #idiots<\/p>\n

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@Lizcadbury suggests I view these people with compassion rather than scorn. #StrugglingWithThis #fools #idiots #ButAbandoned #CompassionWouldBeABetterResponse #TheyAreBelowTheLine #anger<\/p>\n

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@Millifawcett says that offering them purpose and organisation will help. #IHopeSo #StupidLine #WhereIsTheGovernment? #ShouldWeBeTheGovernment?<\/p>\n

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24-Jun 19:30 @HGWells #TheArtilleryman<\/div>

Taking a cigar, Wells goes up the stairs to look at the lights from the Martian camp blazing so greenly along the Highgate hills, where he begins to question the atilleryman’s dedication, and filled with remorse at what he now sees a wasted day resolves to go on into London.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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24-Jun 19:45 @EdwardMosleyAKATheArtilleryman<\/div>
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This program has for the first time been able to confirm the identity of Well’s un-named artilleryman as Edward Mosley, the founder of British Fascism.<\/p>\n

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Mosley, the founder of the British Union, promoted the legitimacy of\u00a0political violence\u00a0in his work\u00a0“Reflections on Violence”\u00a0(1908) and other works in which he advocated radical syndicalist action to achieve a revolution to overthrow capitalism and the bourgeoisie.<\/p>\n

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In his work\u00a0“The Illusions of Progress”, (1910) Mosley denounced democracy as reactionary, writing “nothing is more aristocratic than democracy.”\u00a0During the German War, Mosley was detained under Defence Reg 18D and on his eventual release retired from public life, dying in 1939.<\/p>\n

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This is the last time Wells mentions the artilleryman, but his failure to acknowledge Mosley’s name in his account of the War is often taken to be evidence of Wells disgust with Mosley’s later fascist beliefs (Wells’ being a socialist).<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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24-Jun 21:40 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

Was thinking about @HGWellsBro tonight. Missing him.<\/p>\n

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Hope you\u2019re safe @HGWellsBro #sadness #WhyDidYouGoToWoking Still can\u2019t #SayThatWord<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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24-Jun 22:15 @HGWells #Kensington<\/div>

Despite the Martian’s attack on London occurring 16 days previously, Kensington is still on fire and observers, such as Wells, watching it from across the London valley, can see the occasional orange-red tongue of flame flash up and vanish into the deep blue of the night.<\/p>\n

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Against the darkness of the rest of the city, observers might also have noticed a strange light, a pale, violet-purple fluorescent glow, quivering under the night breeze from the red weed.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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Today, we follow Wells (to some extent a victim of the Martians) as he passes through the heart of an apparently dead London, witnessed only by the mournful cry of \u2018Ulla Ulla Ulla\u2019 in the distance.<\/p>\n

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Against this, Toni\u2019s diary chronicles the events of this momentous day through the eyes of a survivor. Even though strange sounds echo through London, she and Elizabeth Cadbury make the trek north to collect more supplies for the hospital. Along the way, they encounter an empty Martian machine, and the first incredulous seeds of hope are sown.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 06:30 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

Woke early again feeling thankful for #nurses. Had a decent night\u2019s sleep. Think I\u2019m still catching up from the last few weeks. #StillTired<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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Very quiet this morning. Can see a #Martian on the horizon. #NotMoving #RedWeed is now covered in white patches. #FeelsOminous<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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Lost another #patient this morning. Never knew it would #HurtSoMuch. Didn\u2019t even know her, just her first name. #RIPMillie.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 07:00 @HGWells #Putney<\/div>

Rising at dawn, Wells, heads down the hill, taking the High Street across the bridge to Lambeth where 2 hrs later he finds the bridge roadway choked by the red weed. The weed is already showing signs of disease, it’s fronds brittle and bleached.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 10:00 @HGWells #Putney<\/div>

At the corner of the lane that runs to Putney Bridge Station Wells finds a man lying on the road. Wells describes him as being ‘as black as a sweep with the black dust, alive, but helplessly and speechlessly drunk.’ Wells gets nothing from him but curses.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 11:30 @HGWells #WalhamGreen<\/div>

Wells finds black dust along the roadway from the bridge, growing thicker as he heads north towards Walham Green which he reaches after an hour. To Wells the streets are horribly quiet, but he finds food\u2014sour, hard, and mouldy, but quite eatable\u2014in a baker’s shop.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 11:50 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

Running low on #anaesthetic and #AntiSeptics. Trying to steel myself for another trip to retrieve supplies. #gasmask #Martians #BlackSmoke @GraceHarwoodStewart says only one of us can go. #SheHasMoreSkills<\/p>\n

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@LizCadbury has obtained #KnapSacks and will come with me. @EdithCavellNurse and @GraceHarwoodStewart will hold the fort here. We will leave this afternoon about 4pm and travel undercover of #RedWeed and #PartialDarkness. #MoonIsStillBright Full moon was on the 22nd.<\/p>\n

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#StillAfraid #SafeHere #MustGo #IKnowWhatWeNeed<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 13:30 @HGWells #WalhamGreen<\/div>

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25-Jun 13:40 @HGWells #FulhamRoad<\/div>

As he walks Wells counts a dozen bodies in the length of the Fulham Road. They had been dead many days, the black powder covering them, and softening their outlines. One or two had been disturbed by dogs.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 13:50 @HGWells #FulhamRoad<\/div>

In the absence of black powder, Wells feels it was curiously like a Sunday in the City, with closed shops, houses locked up and their blinds drawn. In some places Wells notes that plunderers had been at work, but rarely at other than the provision and wine-shops.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 14:00 @HGWells #FulhamRoad<\/div>

In one place Wells sees a broken jeweller’s window, a number of gold chains and a watch laying scattered on the pavement. Farther on a tattered woman lies in a heap on a doorstep; seemingly asleep, but in reality dead, a smashed magnum of champagne forming a pool at her feet.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 14:30 @HGWells #FulhamRoad<\/div>

The farther Wells penetrates into London, the profounder grows the stillness. Wells writes that he thought it not so much the stillness of death\u2014as the stillness of suspense, of expectation.<\/p>\n

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At any time the destruction that had already singed the northwestern borders of the metropolis, and had annihilated Ealing and Kilburn, might strike among these houses, leaving them smoking ruins. It appeared a city condemned and derelict.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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25-Jun 14:59 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

Strange sounds #ulla-ulla #haunting #whatcanitmean?<\/p>\n

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