Monday
Quiet night. Up early, and got ready for the meeting of
the Committee at 12. Eight members came,
including old Edwards. At the end, there
was a “secret session”, when he and I were firmly excluded. Seems probable that the Committee are about
to make him some sort of presentation.
Quite right too.
Letter from dear Ann hardly
readable, scrawled in pencil. Says she
is suffering badly with fibrositis in both arms and both legs, can scarcely
move.
Worked in office until 8, and
then walked out in the rain and went round to the Osbornes in Lynn Road . We
sat talking until 11 and past. Home in
the dark, - no moon until 12.30am. As I
lay reading in bed at one o’clock, a ‘plane crashed somewhere in the Fens , not very far off.
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