This morning I put on new plasters. I have been able to do with out these for nearly a year, but my legs are now so bad again I have to put these plasters on. I am most terribly tired, too many visitors, of course. I cannot take care of people anymore.
Artie left soon after eight this morning. He is going straight to Glasgow, to visit with Hilda’s people, until his leave expires on Sunday. It has been very nice having him at home, and nice having Joan here, but now I am dead beat. I can jog along taking care of Ted and myself all right, but extra people seem to be too much for me now a day. This must be age!
There is news today of the death of the Duke of Kent, in a Sunderland Flying Boat which crashed last night in the far north of Scotland. It was en route for Iceland. Sixteen men in the plane were all killed. This is a tragedy for the Royal family, but although most people are sorry, I think the general feeling is: Good! Let those people also feel the war! Why should they be immune? I must also note that on Monday Churchill arrived back in London from a visit he has been paying to Stalin in Moscow.
The latest “target” at which we are bidden to aim is what the Minister of Fuel calls the fuel target. This, to all intents and purpose, means coal. We are to cut down our consumption of coal drastically or undergo a still more drastic system of rationing. Should we complain, our rulers have arguments ready to prove that our complaints are groundless. They tell us first of all that the coal we should in the ordinary way be consuming is urgently required for war purposes, and that the winning of the war is more important than our immediate personal comfort, and they add that coal is only one more item on the list of those things of which the war has reduced our consumption and that anyhow the less we spend on personal requirements the more there will be available for war purposes, and the less chance of ruinous inflation. Indeed, every argument (save one) is used that has already been used to defend the rationing of food, building, and clothes. The omission is important. Hitherto, in every category of abstinence, it has been impressed upon us that by abstaining, whether voluntary or under compulsion, we are all saving vital shipping space for imports that are necessary for us as a nation. That argument clearly cannot be used about coal, for coal is one of the few raw materials that we have consistently exported in peacetime after satisfying our own needs.
I was dreaming I was having an illicit love affair with a white haired priest, who turned out to be the Pope! Nothing serious beyond kissing, but we were contriving to meet in rooms on staircases in quiet streets, simply to kiss, and thrill with a kiss. A preposterous dream, but it shows very clearly my disregard of priests and popes. It also shows my physical hunger, which seeks to satisfy itself in dreams. Ted off to church as usual this evening. Church! What does a man find in church?