Friday 22nd September 1933

Good digs, these. Don’t seem to be grudging. Kind. Good food and plenty. Have a good appetite nowadays – from the gum maybe. Had seven cups of tea to drink at tea time. I read during these meals. Perhaps I shall not join the local Scouts. Class. Must be a snob. No snobbishness in Scouting. It is pleasant to be treated as one of a different class though, by the men. Lonely here. No friends. All right at work, though.