Tuesday
Felt bad this morning, and longed
to go to bed. Awake on and off all
night.
Still cloudy, but later the sky
cleared and it was a brilliant sunny day, though cold. Several flights of bombers went out.
Have been wondering whether I
ought to send all my MSS and photographs to Inverness. If so, perhaps they had better go as soon as
possible. Must write to Meg Macdougall.
This evening had tea with Diana,
but felt so bad I hardly enjoyed myself.
Hervey Benham came in, and talked about the possible publication of my
journal extracts. I don't think anything
should be done for some years, but Hervey is very keen.
Beautiful clear evening, but very
cold. Haze coming up. No light at Higham.
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