Lovely warm morning. The corn is yellowing fast. The Committee went on their annual
“pre-harvest” tour of land-in-possession today, but I was not invited. It never seems to occur to Capt. Folkard that
I should like to see the farms occasionally.
Thinking about the Museum a good
deal today. Phoned to the Borough
Treasurer’s Office and told them not to send my pay envelope to the Holly Trees
anymore. I will collect it from the Town
Hall myself.
Had lunch with Daphne and tea
with Diana. Told me that Larry
Silverstone, the actor, is dead. He was
acting her not very long ago.
Evening papers admit that the
damage and casualties caused by the flying-bombs is enormous. No “Daily Telegraphs” today, as their press
is said to have been destroyed yesterday.
To Boxted, 9.30. The moon rose full, like an orange, and four
Thunderbolts got up from Langham and made off to the S.W.
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