Saturday 14th October 1933

My chief job in the morning was laundering my dirty overalls. Foreman Ellis showed me how to do it.

Evening: In the cosy sitting room, writing letters. A cheery fire. Then a street player began to grind out “Clouds will soon Roll By”. I went to the open window, leaned out, listened. Sometimes the number of traffic blotted out the music. “Lets wait until tomorrow – what a happy day that would be!” They used to sing that in the cellar at Thorogoods. Looked up, the stars, cool and serene. And the trees around quiet too. Traffic on the road. The three seemed to blend. The music stopped.