Thursday
Glorious day. Daffodils coming out. Very noisy all night, ‘planes going over for
hours.
Making preparations to go to
Aylesbury. Paid Mrs. B. by cheque, and
cashed another for myself. Must be more careful with money.
Papers full of “war almost over”
stories.
Cannot find the “Fox One” manuscript anywhere, which causes me anxiety.
Awkward if it has disappeared in the Museum.
This afternoon Miss Quail brought
in a party from the Grammar School “Prep”.
Showed them Roman stuff.
A most extraordinary accident at
Parson’s Drove. An RAF ‘plane made a
forced landing in a ploughed field, and when endeavouring to take off again it
ran over and killed a little girl.
Bed early tonight. Wrote to Father for his birthday tomorrow.
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