24 NOVEMBER 1939, Page 9

Sunday evening, i9th November, 1939.

. . . So I rushed over to the Vicarage, and there was Mr. Goodacre taking dead leaves out of the bird-bath. " Oh, Vicar," I said, " what has happened? I've played the volun- tary twelve times, and it's a quarter past eleven, and there's not a soul in church." So he said, " My dear Miss Twitter- ton, didn't you put your clock back? "—So that just shows you how war upsets everybody, for if there is one thing I never forget . . .