November 1st, Wednesday
By the 9.12 I started off to Town to join Mother at her flat whither she had departed on Monday and on arrival at about 10.30 found her just issuing forth from her bedroom having breakfasted in bed. We started at once taking firstly the drawing room which I commenced to put in order by sweeping out and then setting the furniture in order and arranging all the ornaments. How often have I done this in my many wanderings. At last everything was tidy and clean and we got at the dining room and hall and hung pictures and dusted and cleaned until quite exhausted we retired to bed.
This morning we determined to go off shopping so we did more cleaning to begin with having lunch at 1.0 and setting forth directly. We found at the flat door that the taxi strike was on and not one to be got however we secured a hansom and drove to Brompton Road, walking from there to Harrods. We intended to go on to the Stores but not being able to get a taxi took a motor bus to Hyde Park Corner hoping to find one there but no luck. It had begun to rain and we stood waiting for quite half an hour till Mother nearly dropped, at length by pure luck a passing hansom was secured and we were so tired and wet we came straight home and finished the day by covering the furniture with the new covers which had arrived in our absence.
Nov 3rd, Friday
This day on account of the strike we determined not to go out at all so we spent the morning cleaning sliver and hung pictures. After lunch who should walk in but Adie (Maclean). It was two years since we met and so jolly to see him again. He has grown stouter chiefly on account of not having been able to take any exercise owing to getting neuritis in the legs. He is home for a cure and has to return in January.
Having still much shopping to do we hired an electric brougham for the morning and rushed to harrods and the Stores getting back at 12. I left Mother by the 3.0 reaching home at tea and found all well.
Nov 5th, Sunday
A day of peace and no callers. Church and sleep consisted of our occupations. Here is a little “sign of the times” which came off a letter which Mother got from Mrs McKinley from America. She is an ardent suffragette and stuck this on the back of her letter. What freaks they are.
Nov 6th, Monday
We heard the sad news from India of the death of Ethel’s husband, Jack Rutherford. The Dr told him he had an abscess on the liver and he said, “well, I shall shoot myself” which he did the next morning. What a wretched life it has been for Ethel since her early days and I do feel so dreadfully sorry for her.
A cold blustering day, real autumn, but I had to brave the elements to go lunch with Mrs Home at Farnborough. Lady Marshall was there whom I hadn’t met since we were stationed here 7 years ago when her husband was in command.
No peace for the wicked. SSFA committee meeting this morning, then I drove down with Herbert to the office, inspecting both his and Major Gray’s rooms. I did my District after lunch and got through a good many.
A day of Skirmish, “Shirts” in the morning from 10.30 to 12.30. We had a host of women today and luckily 9 ladies attended so all went well but I was due at the Rectory for a Yolland committee at 12 and didn’t reach there until nearly 1! I put in my oar for a few minutes before they dispersed. At 4.15 I went there again to a Browning reading where several of us read various pieces of this often quite unintelligible poet, each one as it read thought it proper to assume a poetic tone of moan which was trying. We dined with the Grays.