Dull day, showers at times. Planes in all directions all day long. Spent lazy morning, writing, bath, etc. Cycled to Lawford this afternoon. Crops look very well after rain, and there may be some hay after all.
Saw the wrecked cottages on
Ipswich Road, near
the “Lion and the Lamb”, two little red brick houses on the E. side of the
road, completely wrecked. The Bren
carrier apparently blew up just opposite (marks of fire clearly visible on the
road), and bits of the machine were thrown into fields more than 100 yards
Everybody well at Lawford. The little red bull is still there, and they have two fresh calves. After tea went down to
. The American Sergeant, Merrill, was there,
and old Major Inde. It was quite funny
to see the Major trying to be affable to the American, who amused us by reading
poems by Ogden Nash, which were very funny indeed. The only one I can remember is: Dedham
Little Lamb,Do you know
Where you am?
I’ll give you a hint –
You’re in the middle of
A bed of mint.
He also gave us what he said was the shortest poem in the English language, written by himself, entitled “Lines Written by an American Citizen who has spent Six Months in the
”, and it runs, County of Lincolnshire
Left at 10.30, in a beautiful summer evening, and went to the post at Horkesley from 11 until half past one. Feel very unhappy about the whole affair, as I find I am quite incapable of distinguishing one kind of ‘plane from another, and worse still, have no idea whatever of judging the height of ‘planes. However, the two men on duty were very kind and helpful. Got to bed at 3 o’clock, light beginning to show in the east.