The Sissons have decided to go for a fortnight in Yorkshire tomorrow, so I shall have to go up to Sherbourne Mill for the rest of my time. There has been so much talk about invasion recently I rather think they would like a change of air. It must be a cause of great anxiety to Sisson to have Mrs. Sisson so incapable.
Fred [one of the farmworkers at Sherbourne Mill] said today that even if his wife and children should be killed by bombs, it would not make him feel any better to know that an unknown German’s wife had also been killed.
Carting wheat today. Not such tiring work as I thought. I get on the cart and load and Fred pitches.