Sharp frost this morning, but got warmer later. Thick fog, with the sun rising through it, burnished orange. Busy all day, as work is very much behind. Went round to Rallings at tea time. Father seemed very well. Then went up to Ginger Smith’s in
Maldon Road, and
spent the evening there, talking over old times at the Fire Office, 16 years
ago. Left at 10.30, stars shining bright
and frosty, very dark, but no planes about.
Went up to the Cemetery this afternoon. The grave flat, with a mass of wreaths covering it “Frank and Lydia”, “Douglas, Het and family”, “Father and Eric”, “Mary and Annie R.” Poor darling little mother.