January 7th, Monday

A very busy morning over household chores and interviewing our District Nurse, and after lunch we gardened. There seemed a faint far off touch of spring in the air. The hens obviously thought so too as they laid me 11 eggs! My fowls are looking so well, so healthy and strong and we eat a May hatched cock the other day who weighed 7¾ lbs and he was good. I feel repaid by my horrible early rising to feed the creatures. I cannot get over the joy of feeling that I have my dear man home for good, it’s such a help materially as well as theoretically for he takes much work off my hands and gives me time to breath and think.

January 8th
A very cold day and in the evening snow fell, but not very much. this afternoon to get ourselves warm we all went off wood sawing and cleaving, a very exhilarating occupation.

January 9th
Are we never going to get another mail, its weeks since we heard but today I had a letter from a friend form whom I hadn’t heard for about 3 years, viz. White T. He is at present serving in Salonica. I also heard from Gen Sandilands, nice little man.

January 10th
I had a letter from Ell today. He is seeing about something which will be a great thing if it can be managed, viz the transfer of our few pennies in India to England. Not only shall we score on the exchange but shall get better percentage at home now as much of our stuff is only 3½% and we can get 5% in War Loan. Much wood sawing has been the order of the day. The whole family turns out and works these days and as Win and I cant go to the hospital we get quite a lot done. My hens laid 8 eggs today so I am able to send them off to various friends.

January 11th
Today it really had a touch of Spring in the air. We put up two rose poles and tied roses and all the time there was that curious feeling I know so well when Spring is on the way. It was very faint and only a suspicion but it was there all the same.

January 12th
My son is 15 today. We hid his presents as usual but could get him no cake alas and so he only had a sponge sandwich. No fruit is to be had, no icing sugar, indeed these are evil times. We so far have had no shortage of meat but the butcher now says he cannot call more than once a week. Mother writes that it is almost unobtainable in Town and so is milk. She can only get a quarter pound of butter a week and no margarine. This is the same with us. I wonder how we are to manage in future.
Cathy is leaving me as she can no longer be spared from home. It is a bore as I have no doubt she will be difficult to replace, but there are so many big things to worry about at present that a small item like this doesn’t worry me at all.

January 13th
It has been a lovely day and I really believe I felt a faint stirring of Spring again. Being in quarantine we cannot go up to church and it seems so odd not all trooping forth. After lunch H, P and I went for a ramble across the fields to the larch copse on the top of Liddons, a strange stillness was in the air and small birds flitted noiselessly in and out of the hedges as if they were bent on secret missions of espionage! To my great surprise right on the top of that exposed hill in the larch wood I found 5 primroses in flower. Fancy that.