10th January 1942

Went down to Cannock Mill this afternoon, and was told that old Mrs. Pulford had died only an hour before. Poor old man, he will be very lonely now, with his deafness. [Mr. Pulford was the last miller to own Bourne Mill].

All the wooden palings along the south and east sides of the Recreation Ground have now been removed last week, and it is an enormous improvement. The place now looks like one of the smaller London commons, and looks vastly better. I cannot imagine why the Parks Committee has done this, but no doubt it was for some quite different reason than to improve the amenities of the place.

Tonight reading Arnold Bennett’s “Journal”, of which I have only read parts before. Read most of the night, and ate a hot meat pie (horse?) at 4 a.m. Sunday.

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