Still very cold, and the snow lying solid. Girling, whom I dislike, came over with some bills, but refused to tell me anything about the business side of the Museum.
Woodgate phoned to ask me to lunch on Sunday, but refused as I am going to
Colchester. Should have gone tonight but the train was
very late, and as we stood shivering under the glaring white moon I became very
nervous, and decided not to go until daylight tomorrow. Went back to the lodgings to tell Mrs.
Shepherd who was absolutely furious.
Then went to an address I had seen in the paper, a Mrs. Lynn, Hereward Road, a
cul-de-sac near Norwich Rd. Offered me a room which was only accessible
through her son’s bedroom, and there is no bath, in fact the only tap is in the
kitchen sink. Declined politely. When I mentioned Colchester,
she said she lived there 40 years ago, when her husband was in the army. She had a house in Butt Road, and said that at that time
Sims Reeves the singer lived round the corner in Essex Street. He must have been a very old man.
Crept to bed at 10 o’clock, very cold and not feeling very well.