From the latest entry - Evelyn Waugh, September 27, 1944:
Yesterday we drove a great distance to see a battle. It was a splendid autumn day. The countryside is extraordinarily English, with little irregular woods & fields and hedges full of Travellers Joy and elderberries & blackberries & thorn. We picknicked on the side of a hill with a desultory, inconclusive little battle going on a mile below us & drove home by dusk & moonlight to find the telegraphist wandering about the farm without his trousers groaning as though in great pain.There are plenty of gems in the archives. If I've given some of you (another) addiction to burn up your time, I shall consider the day seized.
Today has lasted about a week already and it is only 4.15 pm. We are like Chekhov characters.