Up early. Fine clear morning, quite warm. Many heavy bombers going over in the direction of
flying low, with their green, red, and yellow navigation lights glowing like
little stars. By the time I got to
Birchwood some were coming back, so I suppose they had been to Pas de Calais. A
big flight went across flying high in formation. Noticed that the landing lights were on at
Busy all day. Trouble brewing about the Committee cows and heifers. Snowball is very much up in arms and Nott furious. Captain Folkard was in
Chelmsford for an N.F.U.
meeting and missed it. It generally
falls to me to keep the peace between all these people. In this case, Snowball is undoubtedly right,
as Nott is not fit to care for cattle.
They have treated the bull at Brickhouse so badly that he is now almost
This afternoon the weather became cloudy and fine rain began, so I felt emboldened to take Daphne out to tea. About 6 went to Holly Trees and talked to Poulter for a couple of hours. Told me that Alderman Hazell was still alive, but not expected to last much longer. Mrs. Lyon-Campbell is also very bad, and is only kept alive by stimulants.
Cannot help noticing that Alderman Hazell was admitted to the
although suffering from nothing but a stroke, yet I was told that Mother could
not be admitted under any circumstances.
There is a note in the Essex County Standard tonight about old Lamb, the hospital
porter, who has just died, at the age of 81, in the Workhouse. Although he had served the hospital well for
nearly 40 years, and had been made a life-governor, even he could not be
allowed to die there in comparative comfort.
Apparently there has been a good deal of comment in the town, and the
hospital authorities have published an “explanation”. Essex
Poulter told me that there had been another robbery at the Castle – a case cupboard in the Prehistoric Room was forced open, the lock entirely removed, and one or two drawers of Belgic stamps were emptied
. It is not known what is missing, as of course
Hull had no
idea what was in the drawers. The
Chairman got to know by accident and made himself quite unpleasant to Hull, who was entirely
unrepentant. Where will it all end?
Left at 8, slight rain, and a thin watery moon. To my surprise, a fair number of heavy bombers went out, apparently flying in formation above the clouds. They reckon to fly in any weather now.
Higham at 9, writing, reading, and bed at 11.30. Wrote to the Penroses in
today, envying the letter as it vanished into the letter box.