Up early. Smith going out to plough with his pair of Suffolks, the stubbles behind the house turning brown. Sound of a tractor, ploughing away beyond the wood. In spite of being up still failed to be early at the office. I so often fail. Nott in this morning, still labour troubles all over the place, violent quarrels, disputes. Rumours now that if the war really looks like ending the Land Army will desert in bulk.
Had lunch with Daphne, who had been down to
Maidstone. She tells me that Maidstone has really been shelled
by long distance guns, but find this very difficult to believe – at least 70
miles from Calais.
Between 9.15 and 10pm tonight a huge mass of bombers went out to the south east with a horrid noise. Bed at 11pm but felt bad and did not undress.
Announced now that no more men are to be conscripted into the Home Guard, but men will be accepted as volunteers, although very little more work is to be done.