Tuesday
Woke up during the night from a
deep sleep, and in a few minutes heard the sirens. Curious that I should wake just at that
moment. Went outside. Very cold, dim misty stars. Nothing whatever happened, and no ‘planes
could be heard. The all-clear soon came,
thin and wailing.
Got in early this morning, the
roads covered with ice. Horses in
Colchester all with ice-nails. Called at
home. Father cannot stand this cold
weather. Hear that Miss Ralling is
worse, and is now in bed. I am afraid
she is very bad.
Thousands of ‘planes were going
over all morning, high above the snow-clouds, with a continual roar, vibrating
the windows. The brothel was very busy
today, Americans going in and out continually.
I hear that these places are under the supervision of the American Red
Cross. Don't know whether this is true,
but should not be surprised.
Collected the key of the Layer
house today, and shall see it tomorrow.
Had a letter today from Godfrey of the National Buildings Record, enclosing a cheque for 20 guineas. This is the first
time in my life that anybody has paid me so much for doing so little. The money is very welcome and strengthens my
idea to go away somewhere, though I must remember that there will be
considerable expenses when I leave this cottage.
Heard today that during
the Friday-Saturday raid an A.A. shell fell in the middle of the Wigborough
Road, just outside the Women's Land Army Hostel, damaging some of the girls’ cycles and the
yard gate, but hurting no one.
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