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.