6th November 1942

Overcast, low clouds, high N.W. wind, and not a sign of a break anywhere. 

Caught the train to Chelmsford, taking cycle.  Just before we got to Chelmsford the siren burst out, and in 5 minutes there was nothing but a few fleecy white clouds sailing across a clear sky.  

Called at the “Horse and Groom”, [Roxwell Road] opposite Mothersole’s old house, and had a cider and some lunch.  The whole thing – meat and vegetables, pudding and custard, bread and cheese and cider, only came to 2/.

Spent the afternoon at Writtle.  

This evening writing, and doing two reports for Folkard.

1 comment:

Robin King said...

The meal cost him two bob. Has the word entirely dropped out of use in the UK?