Monday December 26th 1932

Foggy still. Breakfast in bed. Visited a tailor to be measured for plus-fours. Family wants me to transfer to Thorogood's Lincoln shop if not sacked. Some Friends - the Batchelors - spent the evening with us. Cards and games of a rather dignified character.

Will drove the visitors home and I went with them. Cold. Heard a girl somewhere singing the Londonderry Air. Beautiful in the dark fog. (We were all later banned from visiting the Batchelors because Mr B. had reprimanded Dick at the table. Dad would not allow any such insults to our family.)