Cold, damp day. Big explosions during the day at odd times.
Had lunch at Boxted, then to Holly Trees for the rest of the afternoon, working on Dr Laver’s index in the Muniment Room. Home to tea. Father very well and happy. Got him a pound of the best tobacco that I could find.
This evening to Seymour’s at 8, stayed talking until after 11, and so home to Boxted through empty deserted streets.