Cloudy, fine, warmer. Miss Bentley says several great explosions in the night, shaking house, but I heard nothing.
Am beginning to worry about my money, but both the Corporation and War Agricultural Committee owe me a little. To home, saw Father, who wished me luck, then caught 4 p.m. to
Cambridge. Long tedious journey in semi-dark
carriage. To , and the Lambeths made me very welcome, and apologised for having only vegetarian
food. Much talk about Museums, Wisbech,
etc. Interesting to find that even at Folk Museum Cambridge, Wisbech is regarded
as the ends of the earth. Lambeth never goes
there. He says the present Curator,
Curtis-Edwards, is “a little peculiar”, but then what Curator isn’t?