Very sharp frost. The garden all white, and grey fog over the fields. Stayed in all day. Wrote to Daphne. Wrote notes. Reading. Margery went to the Armistace Day Service at
Waltham. She always goes. Margery of course has the
strongest remembrances of her brothers.
Delicious tea, and then writing, and reading Massingham’s latest book, ‘A Country Garden’. Excellent, like all his stuff.
Margery told me that a young married woman in the parish is in the family way, and it is suspected that the father is not her husband but a
Czech. Another woman in the village said quite
seriously to Margery: “Well, of course, we shall know when the baby begins to talk.”