Friday
Still cold. Another day in the stables, moving harness, carts
and so forth into the old slaughterhouse, where Watts says they can be stored
for some time at least. Am very anxious
to keep the ralli.
I think I am more sad almost to
leave these old stables than to leave the Museum. Feel sure I shall never drive again.
Home to wash, and then met Daphne
at Culver Sreett and had a meal. She was in
great form, and looked very attractive.
Lot of talk about her work at the school, and what she hopes to do. Took her home about 7, and then went up to
Soar’s. Four distant rockets fell during
the evening, while the moon blazed full and glorious. A lot of chat tonight, and then back to
Boxted on roads crunching with hard glittering frost.
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