Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Monday 4th March 1935

Monotonous, uninteresting day’s work in the Colour Shop; chiefly, canning out.

Coming down from town, Young and I sat opposite a girl whom we thought to be Brocks’ girlfriend – “the landlady’s daughter”. We made comments about her in my notebook. Young asked her if she objected to the window being open; her voice tallied. She got out at Staines, - I overtook her outside the station. “I say, are you Miss Deering?”

She wasn’t!

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