Cloudy but warm. Got my haircut this morning at a little barber’s near
. It is increasingly difficult to get a haircut
at all nowadays, as all the barbers’ shops are full of Americans, who go there
for want of anything better to do. North
Bought the “Daily Herald”, and at once saw two local items of interest, first, that the Registrar of Births, Marriages and Deaths has been fined for stealing clothing coupons from the dead, and second that a box of “dangerous poisons” has been stolen from the army exhibition now at the Castle. Very glad to see about the Registrar, a most unpleasant brute in any case. As for the Castle theft, well, it’s just another one, that’s all.
This morning a scissors-grinder came outside the office, with one of those old-fashioned grinding machines worked by treadles. There he sat, intently pedalling away n the sunshine, sparks flying from the grinding wheel, looking just like one of those German toys which used to be sold years ago.
Beautiful afternoon, saw pretty Ann Barrie as I went into the Park. Lay down on the place where the bomb fell behind the Castle [in December 1943] and went to sleep on the warm sand, while Thunderbolts went over in an endless stream.
Military band marching up and down High Street, through admiring crowds. Called at the Cups and saw Uncle Frank and Aunt
stayed only a few minutes. Home to tea,
then called at the Lydia ’
not having been there for a long time.
Talk on Museum matters. To Boxted
at 10. Goodbody came in and sat talking
for an hour. Told some quite interesting
stories. Miss Bentley was sitting up waiting
for Wendy’s husband, who is coming down from Ireland Yorkshire,
not knowing that his wife is in the asylum.