Saturday, February 03, 2007

Thursday February 23rd 1933

Up late; morning soon gone. Wrote 4 letters (all to Leicester) in the afternoon. With my right hand, slowly and painfully.

Went to Westgate at night but Bill and Tug were the only ones there. Still cold. Still snowing.

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