12th January 1941

Lay late, being my last chance for a while. Breakfast, and then went straight to the stables, loaded hay, fetched Bob, met Maura B. who looked very attractive, tall and stately, in a new grey overcoat, a yellow scarf, red head band, and new heavy shoes. We carted the hay, and then drove Hampshire’s little grey to Rowhedge and back, had a very jolly time. She still keeps very well, and there has been no further bombing in Paddington.

My uncle Frank [Webb] came again today, as Uncle Willie is very ill, - a seizure, but as he is 84, it cannot be wondered at. Uncle Frank went back on the 6.10pm. They had a raid in London last night, but apparently not too serious. Some Sunday papers do not mention it.

Then on to Seymour’s when there was an alarm at 8.20pm. Only one plane came over, although there was no all clear until 10 to eleven. Went back 9-10pm and had a cup of tea. Glorious moonlight night.

Frank Webb was a younger brother of EJR's mother and William Webb was her oldest brother.

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