Another frost, for the third night running. Disastrous. Fine, and later quite hot.
This morning saw a captain and two corporals of the Royal Engineers examining the mine-ducts on
One of the Boxted smallholders stopped me at the bottom of
Street, and we had the following conversation:
Smallholder, jerking his thumb up towardsMe: “That’s right.”
“You work along o’them, don't you?”
Smallholder: Well, what do I do about string for my tomatoes?”
Translated, this means “Am I not right in believing that you are employed by the War Agricultural Committee?” and “How can I obtain the necessary permit to purchase string to tie up my tomatoes?”
Went into Holly Trees about 9, and talked to Poulter. He gave me a long lecture on my future, and urged me at all costs never to give up the Museum until I get another and better job. Disagreed with him completely.
Back to Boxted under the rising moon. Stopped by a ‘special’ for having no lights. A big flight of ‘planes went over, with bright red lights on their wings, heading for the Continent on their usual nightly trips of destruction.