22nd December 1940

Lay late in bed. This afternoon drove over to Fingringhoe with Hampshire’s little grey pony. Very cold day. Saw Grubb, who seems to keep wonderfully cheerful in these times. Had tea there, in the same dirty old room, nothing altered. Her mother is still up at Severalls [Asylum], and keeps as well as can be expected. She is very old now.

Alarm about 6, and kept on all evening. Harding came in on duty tonight, and said he had heard bombs were dropped at Chelmsford yesterday, and a lot of damage done. Heard one lot of bombs tonight, somewhere in the distance, but not many planes came over.

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