Lay too long on the stack last night, not waking until the cows were brought into the sheds a quarter of a mile away at 6.30am. Result was I did not get back to Woodside until 7, and walked into a scene of great confusion. Wendy’s husband went over to Severall’s yesterday, and after a lot of argument with the doctors brought her away, and was going to take her up to
today. When I walked in I could hear
Wendy sobbing and crying and Hartley talking to her very kindly, while Miss Bentley
was saying “Don't be so silly, Wendy, for goodness sake.” Apparently she had suddenly decided that she
could not face the journey north, and refused to get out of bed. The taxi came to the door, and had to be sent
Early to office, then called at home. Found that Father had been ill on Saturday night, with heart pains, but was alright now. Miss Payne was very worried and irritated me with her fussiness.
The fog was very thick until 10 o’clock today, but a lot of ‘planes were going out. Heard more of the great damage being done in London today – Bank, Liverpool Street Station and Trafalgar Square have all been hit. On Sunday one diver scored a direct hit on a home at Margaretting, killing 2 or 3 people.
This evening saw Alderman Blomfield, and had another talk about Museum matters, but got nowhere at all. Just a waste of time.
To Boxted at 7.30. Lovely evening, and a fine copper-coloured sunset.
Heard that one of Stuart Rose’s orchard women, Eileen Wratten, was killed in
Lexden Road on Saturday afternoon by an
Army ambulance. She was epileptic, and
apparently had a fit while riding her cycle.
Some time ago she had a child by a sergeant who had promised to marry
her but then disclosed that he was married already. The Roses were very good to her over that
trouble and helped her a lot.