Thursday 6th April 1933

Drew my dole today, 12/6d.

Explored our attic room this afternoon with the aid of a torch. Inches of filth. Weird cobwebs. An evening stroll and the sweet Cathedral bell lured me uphill. It is a magnificent building with a different charm for every occasion. At night it is very peaceful and I felt tiny, insignificant, beside it. What can I do? But – fear the future and be slain by the future.