[War Agricultural Committee] Meeting at Birch today. Nothing of much importance.
Terribly cold tonight. A dreadful black night. At St. Botolph’s Corner a woman evangelist stood preaching by the Abbey Wall, her strident voice shrilling out in the dark. The lights of a passing car showed three figures, motionless in the icy wind. In High Street, two nuns were going past the “George”. I saw them faintly in the glow of the doorway, and heard their beads tinkling as they walked.