Sunday
Felt ill, getting worse all day. Joy very kind. Throat seems to be closing up, and can eat nothing. Temperature high, headache, and violent pains in every limb. Went to bed this afternoon, but could not sleep. Had arranged to go in to Colchester tonight to do duty, and had promised to see Molly Blomfield, but could not do it. Phoned Molly at teatime and asked her to let Poulter know I should not be in. Impossible to ‘phone him direct, as he refuses to answer telephones under any circumstances.
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