Thursday February 16th 1933
Tin of milk with my cocoa at teatime. Did not feel too well. Finger worse. Left 9p.m. My favourite author. Old England – fists, pistols, snuff….read it in bed, by flash light, while my finger throbbed.
Journals and essays from the life of a quintessential Englishman 1913-2006
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