11th December 1944
Up at 8.30. Lovely day. Thousands of ‘planes going out. Cold and frosty.
Went to Holly Trees and saw Poulter. He had seen Sam, and told him of my plans and that I should like a reference from him, but Sam was very annoyed and turned awkward, saying that he will have to think this over. He never for a moment imagined that I should get away.
Went to Town Hall, to see Gunton, and to my surprise (and delight) was paid £22 outstanding salary which I had forgotten about.
Called for Diana and took her to tea in the upper room at Last’s. She wanted to go to a cinema afterwards, but I did not feel well enough and cried off, which I am afraid rather annoyed her. Left, and headed for Boxted at half past six, in rising fog. A little gunfire to the E, but no alarm. Went on to Little Rivers, and had a long talk with the Roses. Stuart thinks I ought to go, if only to show
Colchester that I am not
going to be Sam’s lackey. Dodo was very
kind and gave me a delicious supper.
Got back to Woodside at 11, and there was an alarm for 10 minutes a few minutes later. Went to look around, but nothing done. Fog quite thick.
Cycling out tonight saw a large American truck filled with cases of whisky loading up at Wheeler’s place in
Culver Street. Yet an Englishman can’t get any spirits at
Poulter told me that at Pascall and Cann’s last auction sale, a child’s pram and a child’s tricycle together made £52.
Rain began as I went to bed.