21st March 1942

Busy at office until 1.15. No time for lunch, packed up, collected rations, and harnessed the little grey pony. Just as I was driving off, Hampshire rushed into the yard, waving £10 in notes, and insisted on buying the pony, in case she was sold right away. I was quite touched by his enthusiasm.

Got to Lawford in 1 and a half hours. Very cold and bleak, east wind. There was some fog tonight.

It is lovely to have a real, warm, soft bed.

Penelope came tonight, but has to be back tomorrow.

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