Saturday
Cloudy calm morning, and then the
sun came through. ‘Planes going out
early. Two big distant explosions at
8.30, so Miss Bentley said, and the house shook, but I remained asleep.
Into town, shopping. At lunch much talk about the rockets. At the next table a Military Police sergeant, and an ATS
Military Police talking loudly and earnestly about escaping prisoners. Saw a large
hornet in Culver Street ,
crawling on the sunny pavement.
To stables, empty and forlorn
except for old Hampshire’s rubbish. Sad
to see my lovely traps and harness, nothing in the corn bins but a few mouldy
grains.
Tea in the town, and to Library
again. Then back to Boxted at 7.15, as
the moon came up. Went to Lt. Rivers,
was made very welcome. Dodo seemed
nervous of rockets, and worried about the baby, which has been ill again. There was a big explosion at 10 o’clock, and
the candles fluttered.
Called at Holly Trees before I
came out, and Poulter told me that the “little man” distinguished himself by being
late at the Society of Antiquaries on Thursday night, when he was being
admitted. Saw in the Museums Journal
that there is a vacancy for a Curator at Wisbech Museum in the Fens . Feel I must try for it. Perhaps I shall go and see it next week.
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