Good old Hampshire carted my hay down to the mill for me, for which I was very grateful. Spent an hour clearing the stream, and felt completely done up and exhausted.
To Rose’s for tea, and this evening to Seymour’s. Thank God no alarm, so I had a free evening. Jeffrey Saunders was there. Still very busy at his office in Cockspur Street, which is undamaged, and although he registered last June as 28, when he put his name down for the Navy, he has never heard a word since.