Wednesday January 11th 1933
This being Lynn’s last week at Thorogoods, he feels rather gay.
(In 1933, the word gay had a different connotation, nothing to do with sex.)
Most of the time he is in the cellar and slacks a great deal. Butter frightful, little progress. Left 8.30p.m. Dashed home and changed my trousers. My flannels smell horribly of stale butter.
Went to a Rover Scout meeting at St. Albans. We all just sat around the fire and talked, idly. Cliff Exton and Jack Lord called in later. Exton bored by the B.U. Eldred has died! Heart failure. How rotten, especially as he had a baby son whom he loved.
(In 1933, the word gay had a different connotation, nothing to do with sex.)
Most of the time he is in the cellar and slacks a great deal. Butter frightful, little progress. Left 8.30p.m. Dashed home and changed my trousers. My flannels smell horribly of stale butter.
Went to a Rover Scout meeting at St. Albans. We all just sat around the fire and talked, idly. Cliff Exton and Jack Lord called in later. Exton bored by the B.U. Eldred has died! Heart failure. How rotten, especially as he had a baby son whom he loved.
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