25th December 1942: Christmas Day

Friday, Christmas Day
Grey and overcast.  No wind.  Very cold.  A deep silence everywhere.  Joy and Parry went off to lunch at the Wedgewood’s at Stratford, driving Roger, and I cycled in to Colchester, to have lunch at home, - turkey and plum pudding.  

Back to Lawford in the cold grey twilight.  Saw only two people between the Royal Oak and Sherbourne Mill.  This evening finished reading “West Wind to North”, volume 4 of Compton Mackenzie’s great story, which I much enjoyed.

Bed at 11.30, thankful not to have to go to work tomorrow.

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