Thursday
Fine but overcast, clearing a
little later. Old Edwards came in and
said that on the 11 o’clock European News Bulletin a special announcement had
been made to the effect that, should hostilities cease, information would be
sent out on the 11 o’clock bulletin on that day, and that all public houses
would be closed. Am determined that the
Museum will be closed, too, for safety’s sake.
I should think the best thing would be to go to bed for the day.
The evening papers speak of the
American forces being 50 miles beyond the Rhine ,
at Paardesbury. No-one can remain
unmoved at the thought of the sufferings of the people. The Germans make no public comment
on the present situation.
Went to lunch at the Corner Café
in Market Street .
A party of Fenlanders at the next table were ridiculing rumours that the
war would be over in a matter of weeks.
Some gave it 6 months, others 2 years.
It is of course in the interests of farmers to keep the war going as
long as possible.
Down to the Control Room tonight
to hear ITMA on the radio. At one point
old “Colonel Chinstrap” said “The war is over, Sir.” and the audience burst
into tremendous applause. The joke was
apparently “What war?” Answer – “The
Boer War, Sir” but he was so put off by the cheering that he fluffed it. Very feeble, and quite out of place.
Back to Clarkson Avenue at 10 o’clock. A car’s headlights, coming up behind me, made
the tall trees look exactly like a setting from “The Student of Prague” which I
once saw about 20 years ago. I strode
onwards to meet my “doppelganger”.
House rather lonely now that Miss
B has gone away for the holidays.
Writing until 11pm.
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