Colder, S.E. wind, and rather cloudy. However, no alarms during the day. Home to lunch. Mother seems rather brisker. Old Mr. Rose, next door, the “philanthropist”, is very ill. He has given a good many thousands to almshouses and hospitals, but they say he is a terribly bad employer.
Went down to Bruce’s at the Hythe, about building new trollies for this harvest. There was a very battered lorry there, being repaired, and I was told it cost £700 six months ago, and was bought by a man to run gravel to the aerodromes at £30 a week. It will be worn out in another three months, then he will buy another.
Cycled back to
. Dear old man near the station, riding a curious tricycle with two wheels in front and one behind, his dinner basket and blue enamel can hanging on the handle-bars. Went along Humberlands drive, and saw Robin at the buildings, looking very fit indeed. Ardleigh Park
Bed at 10.30, rather tired so did not do much writing.