Wednesday
Heavy, wet, mist this morning,
after a quiet night.
Noticed that the old “Sea Horse”
Hotel in High Street is now being demolished, although why I do not know. It was closed some years ago, and was bought
by Kent, Blaxill & Co to extend their premises. Strange that labour can be found for this
sort of work, yet we can get nothing done on the farms.
Tremendous shower of rain when I
was having supper in the café this evening, but did not last long. Interesting notice has just appeared on an
empty shop in Culver Street :
“US
Army First Aid
and
Prophylaxis
Station”
It is painted on an official
American Red Cross sign. What delightful
people - such charming
social habits.
Went round to see Diana as there
was no show this week, but all she wanted to do was talk about her Texan, a
large dull man of about 50, with whom she is having a very romantic
affair. She has now taken him to her
people in Staffordshire, and is seriously considering going back to Texas with him after the
war. We understand that he is married,
and some people say he is over 60, but it is impossible to tell with these
weathered, hard-drinking men. It all
seemed to me to be very sad and depressing.
Fine night, brilliant moon.
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