Wednesday
When I opened the door at 7.30, I
found it was a lovely clear morning, with a thin crescent moon hanging just
above the leafless trees, and a bright star nearby. Got in early, as the Chairman was in to interview
a farmer. Then Engledow, the Labour
Officer from Writtle came, a most unpleasant fellow, and was with Folkard all
morning. He is trying to get rid of
Spencer, on purely personal grounds.
Actually Spencer is extremely hard-working and conscientious.
Another terrible raid on Berlin last night,
absolutely pointless, and of no military value whatever.
Heard that Stuart Rose was ill so
decided to call at Boxted, but found it was only a slight cold. He was recently hit on the head by a chain
snapped when tree pulling, and I feared it might have been concussion. Dodo was watching the baby roll before
the fire. Soon left, and called at Stratford , where Ida gave
me a little fish for the cat. Bright
clear evening, brilliant stars, many searchlights playing all over the
sky. No sign of enemy raiders. When will they come?
10 o’clock – wind getting up, and
booming down the chimney. German
stations on the air strong tonight, so no raid on Germany .
Great excitement about Mosley
being released. Thousands of workers howling for his blood. Seems likely
there will be serious trouble in Parliament.
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