Felt rottenly ill all day. Had to start out this morning in a torrential downpour, great clouds of rain blowing across the valley, very reminiscent of a scene in
. Strong head wind all the way, so I had to stop several times to wipe the water out of my eyes. Robin hated it. Called at the wheelwrights about our cart and at Wales about chalking our fields there. Had a tremendous scene with Robin on Hythe Hill, when he refused to pass a bus, after which I felt rather better. Welshwood Park
Rheumatism bad all day though, and determined to get back to Lawford as early as I could. Arrived at 7.30, to find Mrs. Belfield and Eversley Belfield there, with Capt. Dalgetti. Had a delightful evening and cheered up a lot after raspberries and cream. Some talk about illiteracy among
Essex people, Mrs. B. holding very strongly that this was a good thing.
This reminded me of a story about a man from Wivenhoe being enrolled for the Home Guard, when it was found he did not know his mother’s Christian name, and did not feel it his business to ask her! When asked what was his mother’s name he promptly replied “Same as mine of course!”
Also talk about Rank’s Flour Mills, monopoly of the big mills, and the C-3 nation, etc.