Tuesday
Brilliant day. Rain clouds all gone. The drought is very serious, hardly more than
a trickle of water in the Stour at Stratford Bridge. Hundreds of planes going out all
morning. Had a job to find any
breakfast, and finally got nothing but a little porridge.
Busy day, and this evening went
to Dedham to give Sisson a copy of “Illustrated” which contains an article
describing how British troops are billeted among ancient monuments in
Italy. Photographs show soldiers in an
amphitheatre, their equipment hung upon classical statues and funeral
monuments, telephone wires draped onto heads and arms of some figures. The article was written to show that this is
considered to be very clever and funny.
Sisson is going to show this to the R.I.B.A. in London tomorrow.
Heard a story about two Land
Girls, today, both working for the Committee.
They went into partnership with a taxi-driver, running a brothel. One girl stayed in the man’s flat while the
other went out with him in the taxi, as “bait”, cruising round until they
picked up Americans.
To Talbooth at 9, and had more
trouble with the dogs. Shall be thankful
to get away from here, but I have no idea where I can go next. Wild thoughts keep running through my head
about going away to Salop and then to Wales.
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