Tuesday.

Over the last few days all the snow (not that we had much here) melted. Then last night it rained (all night I think). So this morning, when we had to drive across to Bury St. Edmund's the journey was rather dodgy. Sheets of water in unexpected places. The little River Brett was so swollen that at one place where there is obviously an old ford (perhaps twenty feet wide normally) there is now a stretch of flowing water at least a hundred yards wide. One of our white egrets was flying above it, whilst a great flock of seagulls was foraging on its edges. Still we got to Bury without having to make any real detours and took the car to Banks for its first service. Did a little shopping. Bought a pair of light grey flannels to wear with my navy blazer -old ones (so Ann informs me) are no longer respectable. Had coffee at the Angel then picked up car. Back to Angel Hill and had lunch at the Refectory (quite as good as usual). On to Lavenham and called to see Margaret Tinworth (John out at his art class). She has recently had op, so took her some primulas. All things considered we both thought she looked well. Home through floods (Brett even higher than this morning) but not much water actually on the road. Hope it doesn't rain tonight - got to go to Frinton tomorrow - old friend John's funeral - see entry for 16th December last year. Must close now. Good night all.