Felt better. Weather completely changed again – brilliant sunshine, but very cold. Put on my new green stockings – very smart. Got in early, found letter from Margery regretting she cannot have Father for a visit – in case he might fall ill. Poor old Father. Fortunately I had said nothing whatever to him about a holiday.
Ella keeps on going in and out of the house every day, throwing things out of cupboards. I am keeping away from her, as I know we should only quarrel.
Went to Corn Exchange at 1.30, to attend interview of men for foreman’s job at Abbots Wick. Four attended. Fear they have picked the wrong one, a much too talkative man.
Seymours, to thank Mrs Seymour for a kind letter
she had written about Mother. Heard all
about poor old Jones’ death. It was
cancer on the liver. Well, Mother was
spared that, anyway. Mrs Seymour’s father was
taken bad on Wednesday last, and is not expected to live.
Dedham on way out. Brilliant moonlight night, but no planes
about. I wonder if they are raiding Germany
Brass band playing carols faint and far in the distance tonight. Heard carols on the German radio too.