Tuesday 29th August 1933

Rushed from bed to Lincoln and the Exchange – no time for breakfast. Feeling is more hopeful now – the situation does not look so desperate. A black mood came on me however and stayed until supper – at a blazing log fire, with Dickie Wish operating the gramophone. Filled in my ASM warrant form. Sitting beside a smouldering fire; sultry air; stormy sky; strange, ruddy light all around. This is my last week of dole. Shall I be able to camp next weekend? Today is gone. Tomorrow remains. I and my notes with a happy thought. Just after my arrival home, a black kitten came in and would not go. Black for luck.