Sunday November 20th 1932
A cold wintery day. Afternoon, out with the West End Rambling Club pals. From Western Park to Braunstone and over the fields to Whetstone Grange, a big old country house. Gorgeous tea.
Games around the blazing fire. i.e. 'Man and his Object'. Mr Wood & I were 'Dracula and his blood'. Ghost stories in the firelight. Coming down the passage I heard Mr. Wood in the midst of a thriller I had heard him tell before. When he got to the bit, 'At this moment, the door slowly swung open' I walked in. Moment of horror! Some screams from the girls and even Mr Wood said 'Hem ! Rather appropriate, Stephen'.
Walked back along the main road and a talk with Thora's friends. Study and deduction.
Games around the blazing fire. i.e. 'Man and his Object'. Mr Wood & I were 'Dracula and his blood'. Ghost stories in the firelight. Coming down the passage I heard Mr. Wood in the midst of a thriller I had heard him tell before. When he got to the bit, 'At this moment, the door slowly swung open' I walked in. Moment of horror! Some screams from the girls and even Mr Wood said 'Hem ! Rather appropriate, Stephen'.
Walked back along the main road and a talk with Thora's friends. Study and deduction.
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