Cold, with bitter wind. Had a fire in the office. Miss Thompson furious. Dealt with an accumulation of letters and sent out the notices for the Annual Meeting. Papers full of gloating accounts (with photographs) of the murder of Mussolini and his woman.
Sub-Committee, Levers, old Edwards, and Wolton, to consider whether surplus fiction ought to be offered to the
Decided more or less “no”. County Library
Wrote to Ann, and suggested going in June, cannot manage to get away this month. Wrote to Cyril Fox about the Mithraeum iron shackles.
After tea went down to the Vicarage paddock. The trench has cut through the mound near the S. boundary of the field, and reveals that there is a large dyke on the other side. Nothing but late 17C sherds thrown up so far, a few meat-bones. The mound is very fragmentary, and seems to run more or less parallel with the field boundary without any signs of returns.
Tonight called at the Swifts’. Mr and Mrs Jewson were there. He was in civilian clothes and looked very well. Said that all prison camps had secret radios (there were three in his) which were dismantled and the parts carried by numbers of men when the camps were moved. On these radios instructions were received from “secret sources”, he said, but did not seem very willing to say what the instructions were. Nothing, we hope, against the Geneva Convention.
Listening to the radio tonight at 10.30, there came the sudden news that Hitler is dead. So both the leaders are gone, two men in large part responsible for the most appalling misery known in the world. Hitler is thought to have committed suicide, but the facts are still obscure. At 11p.m. came the news that Admiral Donitz at
has declared himself “Fuhrer”.