Friday
Woke at 5, and saw bright light
round the edge of the curtains. Looked
out to see a white frost, and the moon shining brightly. Very cold, in contrast to yesterday’s muggy
warmth, yet the wind is only a few points more westerly. Not a cloud in the sky all day. A good many planes went out. Called at the old house. Father and Miss Payne seem to be settling in
very well, but it must seem very strange to him. I think she is kind and efficient. Warned her today about Ella, whom she had
already met.
Tea at Rose’s café, and then to
Holly Trees to get my money. Poulter told me
that he did not get a very good report at the hospital yesterday, and that he
is to go for an examination once a month.
This is very alarming. The poor
old chap looked sad and depressed.
He said that Banell, the Borough
Treasurer, had been down to the Castle to enquire about the latest robbery, and
Alderman Blomfield came as well. Poulter said
he did not know how the Chairman had got to know about the matter, so I did not
enlighten him. Everybody agrees that
suspicion points to one of the Attendants, but I expect there will be a
conspiracy to hush up the matter, just as there was in the case of the theft of
the Roman coins. A Corporation official
has got to commit a very serious crime before he is in danger of punishment.
Heard today that Stuart Rose had had an
accident while at work, so went over to Boxted, and found he had crushed his
foot while unloading drums. Stayed until
9.30, then to Higham under glittering stars with thin mist. There seemed to be an exercise on, with a large
number of planes flying in formation.
Found the beacon flashing, and heard a very distant “All-clear”,
probably Ipswich . Radio was normal. For some strange reason do not feel so
nervous lately.
As soon as I got in Honey [the cat] caught
a mouse, so shut her in the kitchen to finish it. She sleeps on my bed every night, a plump
purring little lump.
Fog coming up tonight, so perhaps
we can hope for a little bad weather.
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