Sunday
Up at 10.
Bright and cool.
Planes going out at 11, and heard a heavy
explosion to the south, which shook the house.
Had a bath, and went over to
Dedham
to get my field-glasses.
Told them joke
about an American farmer – he bought a pedigree bull, which proved useless for
service.
However, it was such a fine
beast that he decided to charge a dollar a head to see it.
One man came, said he wanted to see the bull,
but was too poor to pay a dollar.
“Poor?” says the farmer, “Why?” “Got a big family”.
“How many?” “Twenty four.” “Christ! Come on
in, I want the bull to have a look at
you!”
To Horkesley at 5, to the
post. Heard that the
explosion this morning was a ‘plane crash at Feering.
Wind S.W. tonight, half a gale.
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