Edith Belcher describes one of the usual days during that period in Cyprus, when matters were heating up.

Made appointment for hairdresser and invited the new Mrs Levitt here at four with her little girl. I drove Carolyn and Andrew to school at nine and, at ten o’ clock sharp, the curfew siren began to wail. Jo and I grabbed our purses and drove to school. Traffic in a turmoil and we saw 100, innumerable near accidents. Fifteen minutes isn’t time near enough to clear the city. We got back and I called Toby to check on why the siren. Seems the schools and particularly the gymnasium students, were beginning to demonstrate like crazy, so John Weston slapped on a curfew wisely. On the way home, we stopped at the Larnaca Road Store – still open – to buy food. Place jammed with all those who, like myself, had not bought a week’s supply of food. Toby said it was pure dumb luck that I found a store still open after the curfew sounded. Mrs Gleadell was there doing the same thing.