Thursday October 13th 1932

Wrote to Dad explaining that it would be better, despite his wishes, that I stay in Leicester at present and paddle my own canoe. By afternoon post, a letter from Dad ‑ a nice one ‑ saying
that he was not angry or disappointed. Enclosed a letter (he had already sent the original to the BU) demanding an assurance that I was not suspected of any dishonesty or complicity in the fraud. 'My boy is as straight as a gun barrel'.

A warm response from a man who sometimes seems unloving. (He duly received the assurance; I'm glad he did this, though it was not necessary.)