21st July 1943

Wednesday

Heavy rain from 2am until half past 7.  Lot of talk today about getting another combine harvester for use at Wigborough.  The previous one we had was no good, anyway.  Can't see that these things are any use, but Nott and the District Officer are so worried about the shortage of binders that they feel anything is better than nothing.  Agricultural machinery is in a terrible state. 

Old Death, who works for us at E. Mersea, wrote a letter complaining about conditions of work.  Nott was furious, saying “I’ll shift him, I’ll trim him!  I’ll get him sacked as an agitator!  He’s a union man, that’s what he is!”  Death suffers under a perpetual sense of grievance, as the Committee took over his brother’s farm.

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