Friday 22nd February 1935

Went to town with Peggy. “Barretts of Wimpole Street” by the Poly. Dramatic Society. Don’t think I was happy once in the whole evening. Silly ass – in more ways than one.

I am writing this in bed, 2a.m. Some sandwiches and a glass of cider were laid out for me when I returned. It’s bitterly cold.