Monday December 12th 1932

A bit of trouble with Paddy Regan, the tough Irish porter. Lucky that I knew a bit of ju‑jitsu ‑ he'd have destroyed me with fists.

Met Jack Garratt outside the shop. We walked home towards Belgrave, talking all the time. Arrangements for next Wednesday when I shall hand over the Pack to him. Sad that this must be, it seems, the end of Scouting for me; no time or energy left in these conditions.