Tuesday
Fine, sunny, but cool. News in the paper – Marw Anglwyd
Lloyd-George. Long obituary in the
“Times”, explaining how he worked for Wales for 20 years and for L.G. for
the next 50. I can remember seeing him,
his long white hair flowing, as he stood on the balcony at the Town Hall and
addressed the crowd after the Colchester Oyster Feast.
This must have been 1922 or 1923.
I was at a party at the old Joscelyne’s Café, and we boys leaned out of
the windows, above the densely packed crowd, to see the little figure on the
balcony and catch a few phrases of the great Welsh oratory.
Bought some boxes on the way to
the Museum, at a grocer’s, and hurt my back trying to carry them.
No Edwards this morning, to my
great relief. Old Warby called. Long letter from Poulter who says 6 rockets
fell near Colchester last Thursday night.
Hull is away ill. Rex Wailes has suggested
that Marriage’s ought to take over Bourne Mill, which would be an excellent
arrangement, much better than having the place quitted.
Tonight called on Jones, the
Deputy Borough Surveyor, and sounded him to see if he knew anything about ARP
arrangements in the Museum – whether there is any chance of the Control Room being closed –
but if he did he was not to be drawn.
A huge white misty moon tonight,
and about 11 ‘planes were going out very low with hideous noise. The news tells us that the Allies are 50
miles over the Rhine , but there is yet no sign
of a general collapse. The papers begin
to give little hints, obviously “inspired”, of a war between America and Russia .
Back painful tonight.
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