However, for ordinary people, life went on despite the excitement just across the English Channel.
Elsewhere in this paper Camp Coffee had taken an advert. The concentrated, chicory-flavoured drink was obviously in short supply. The ad appealed to readers: ‘Don’t blame your grocer if you have to wait for it’.
The Vicar of Portsea, clearly a keen gardener, was reaching the end of his tether with people trying to supplement their meagre rations.
He wrote: ‘Scrounging is becoming a national menace. It should be named what it is: theft.
‘Strong action will be taken against anyone caught stealing vegetables plants, flowers, or fruit from the vicarage meadow and vicarage garden.’
A notice appeared announcing the auction the next day of The Redlands Stores, Redlands Lane, Fareham. It was going under the hammer at the Fareham and County Club in High Street.
Meanwhile members of the Portsmouth Choral Union were given their twice-weekly rehearsal dates for the rest of the month. All practices happened at the Ebenezer Methodist Church, Twyford Avenue. The work was Judas Maccabaeus.
The paper also carried a Daily Smile. The witticism this day was: ‘One of these guns can throw a projectile 16 miles.’
‘It wouldn’t do me any good. My mother-in-law lives 30 miles from here.’