Looked in on the Market. Only two horses there, one being a pony of Miss Knight’s. It did not sell. A cart mare made £42.
Had lunch at Rose’s café. She smiled at me. This afternoon was very nice so I suddenly decided to drive Bob over to Fingringhoe to see Grubb. He went very well, although it must be quite a year since he was in the trap. I put up just like I always used to do, in fact it was quite like old times. We went down to the marshes and saw what horses she has turned out there, and then had tea. Drove back in the early evening.
Supper at Culver St. café. Alarm at 9.15, but I had just finished. Few planes, and no bombs at all.