Monday, March 19, 2007

Saturday 16th December 1933

Nothing happened. About this time last year, I wrote: “Christmas… I wait with dread”. Now I wait eagerly, impatiently. A break in the routine, a pleasant change, old scenes, old friends. And a step nearer the spring time!

Have smoked fifty cigarettes since Sunday! Yet I do not seem to have had many. It is ghastly. Also, I am penniless at the moment – that is to say, I have one farthing still.


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