18th August 1944

Two hours in bed, and awakened by an alarm at 7.30.  Lovely fine hot morning.  Nothing happened.  Going in, saw a man riding a good class rough coated cob up Maidenburgh Street.  Like the look of it.

Very busy all day.  Wages troubles and so on.  Capt. Folkard not in a very good mood.  Daphne restless, and says she wants to leave.

Home to tea, and then went over to the Rallings for supper, Joan and Jane both there – Joan is becoming very handsome.  Mary Ralling showed me her photograph albums, very interesting stuff.  She has several very early views of the Castle and High Street, apparently about 1860-65.  Besides these she has some views of their own home, [Winnock Lodge] when new-built, standing quite alone in the New Town fields, the backs of the houses in Magdalen Street showing over a distant hedge.  Even the fruit trees in the garden are there, the pears and the big cherry, so they must be over 60 years old.  Very odd to think of them growing and blowing in sunshine, while my Mother was a tiny girl in the old house across the market garden [in Wimpole Road].

Lovely warm, sunny evening, not many ‘planes about.  Back to Boxted at 10.30, and went straight to bed, hoping for a little sleep.

Nothing yet from Poulter.  Very worrying.

My review of “Britain’s Good Earth” appeared in the “Essex County Standard” tonight, and looked very well.

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