Pouring rain until 10 o’clock. Ate breakfast in bed, and spent the morning writing. The weather cleared, and a lot of planes began flying about – a huge mass of 4-engine bombers flew over low, like a cloud of butterflies. About 4 went down to
Dedham and had tea at the café, where I
haven’t been for several months. Some
people at the next table were talking about Royalty, and one woman said her
uncle, at Horkesley, had a bust of Edward VIII in his room, and maintained that
he and no other is the rightful king.
Went on to Lawford, and arrived just in time to have an egg. Unfortunate that I had just had one for tea. Joy let me have eggs for Father and a pint of milk for myself.
Back to Higham as the clock struck 10, bright starlight, the twinkling points reflecting in the puddles in the road. A few searchlights weaving patterns in the sky, but the light not on. Conran said it will be on tomorrow. Feel I cannot stay here much longer, and intend to ask Sisson if I can get into Thorington Hall. Showed Conran my
Windsor Royal Show exhibition photos [from 1939], but he
was not very interested. Bed 11.30.