Terribly cold day. Poulter went off to spend Christmas at Scarborough. I went up to [the Essex Agricultural Institute] at Writtle to see the Feeding Stuffs Officer, Knowles, about the chances of a job. Went by train and took my cycle with me. Knowles was very charming, and could offer me a senior clerk’s post in his department. The work did not sound very exciting, but it would be better than nothing. He told me there was no great hurry to decide, so I can let him know after Christmas.
Cycled back to Chelmsford, and found that the stories of bomb damage there yesterday are quite false, and are merely a further example of the lies which people love to spread in these days.
Came back on the 5.15. Trains late, both ways. Snow beginning tonight.