She’d misread all the clues, just as she had on the street when she’d thought it was early morning. The guns hadn’t started till the eleventh, after all, and of course the raids had sounded like they were overhead. Kensington had been bombed on Saturday. But if it’s Saturday, she thought, I’ve already missed four days. And the crucial first few days of the Blitz when the contemps were adjusting to it. That’s why they were all so calm, so settled in. They’d already adjusted.
I'll be happily contradicted in this, but my guess is that no one adjusts to bombing in four days.
I once again listened to the book while making dinner, and again I found that the writing grates on me. I'll be setting this one aside.