Rather late. Rain early, but fine at 9. There was a threshing set in the yard behind the house at
Farm, the engine blowing out a plume of white steam against the clear blue sky,
the straw stack steadily mounting, and the elevator clanking. Moore
There were lots of bombers and ‘Bolts going out after lunch, and at a quarter to 2 there was an alarm for 10 minutes, but nothing happened. At lunch, reading “Picture Post”, which prints loathsome photos of the personal effects of a German soldier, found on his corpse in France, with typical “Picture Post” captions jeering at his pathetic souvenirs, the photo of his mother and his fiancée, a photo of Hitler, a photo of a nude girl. Recently I saw in “Picture Post” photos of French Jews ill treating women who had married Germans, a proceeding viewed by the “Post” with great delight.
At 5 went down to see
’s Gate, where
Claypole is doing some much needed repairs.
What a sullen, rude beast he is, and not a good mason, either. Duncan
Had tea at home and then to Boxted early, to try to get some sleep. Radio news tonight implies that the ‘diver’ attacks really are at an end, but I’m not sure. Dozed for an hour then set off for the Post for the 1.00am watch.