More rain, but cleared up. Grammar School party first thing, my talk quite a success. Then busy on letters for the rest of the day. Tonight went to a very dull WEA meeting at the Queen’s School, hoping that Charlotte Osborne would be there. She was, but her husband too, a big, burly man, works at Smedley’s Canning Factory as an accountant. Arranged to go with Charlotte to the clay pits at Emneth tomorrow.