Thursday
A bad night. Could not sleep, suffered great irritations
all over me. Heard snow beating against
the window. About 7, heard a ‘plane go over
very high, almost like a diver, and lay sweating. Dozed off, and then woke again to the sound
of shovels clearing snow.
My trunks of books arrived from Colchester this morning, delivered by horse trolley. Put the books in the Library for the time
being.
Emptied the safe today, to see
what was in it. Found a file of
applications for the curatorship, and was surprised to see there were 16 others
besides mine, including 2 teachers, 2 M.A.’s, a Colonel, writing from the
Author’s Club, and the Curator of Batley Museum. Yet I was chosen unanimously, and without an
interview.
Found also a file relating to the
ARP business in 1939 [when the Museum basement was requisitioned by the ARP]. What a disgraceful
scandal. The County Authorities
More snow during the day, but
slightly warmer. There was a wedding
this afternoon, just outside the window, going down the steps into the church
by the west door. The bride was tall,
dark, and very handsome. Relatives,
making rather forced gaiety, showering confetti etc. Office tonight until 9.30, writing letters,
and preparing report for the next Committee meeting, etc.
Bed, 10.30.
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