Forgot that the clocks were advanced another hour, so that when I got up at 10 it was really 11. Had terrible stomach pains about 5a.m. It went off though about 9, and was able to eat a decent breakfast. Delighted to hear it raining hard in the night, and it kept on all morning.
Had a much-needed bath and went into
Colchester for lunch at the old
home. Heard that Mr. Cripwell was dead, and buried
on Friday. He was one of Father’s oldest
friends, and they were both teachers at Barrack Street School 50 years
ago. I remember hearing as a child how
his first wife, whom my Mother knew well, was dying of cancer. It made a great impression on me. We lived opposite the Cripwells at 63 Wimpole Road. Annie Ralling is apparently no better, and will
see no-one. Cannot see what I can do to
help, except to get eggs.
The rain stopped, so I went over to
was disappointed to find that the Sissons were out. Had a cup of tea with Mathews, her brother,
who ‘pumped’ me gently as to what I had seen in Wales. Told him very little. Also talked about the possibility of
exhibiting British domestic livestock at Whipsnade, perhaps in genuine farm
buildings acquired for that purpose. He
is very enthusiastic.
Went over to Lawford and bought some eggs. Saw the Conrans in
cycling towards Higham. Dodo told me
last night that Louis MacNiece, the author, and his wife Hedley Anderson, are
now at the cottage with the Conrans.
Clouds thinned, but the glass remains low. Hope for more rain. Called at Box House,
Dedham, and Homedale, Boxted, to try to
settle two very complicated queries which have been worrying me for some time,
but with little success. Folkard has no
idea how these stupid and apparently insolvable queries irritate me.
Stomach better tonight, but decided to have no supper.
In the Sunday papers it is reported that the Americans yesterday bombed the Swiss town of
Schaffenhausen, in broad daylight, killing
30. Yet they are said to be able to bomb
a target accurately on the blackest night, in the worst weather. Also recorded that the RAF have shot down an
American ‘plane by mistake.
The Germans claim that they destroyed 140 RAF bombers in the last raid, and we admit to losing 96. The papers now full of excuses for the disaster.
Light until after 9 tonight, the sky clouded and birds in Sprott’s Marsh singing in the thinly falling rain, with the moon showing as a pale yellow glow.