Tuesday 13th November 1934

I had arranged to go to TocH meeting at Windsor. I had planned to say “good bye” to Peggy, next time I met her. She sent a note round at tea time. I did not go to Windsor; I did not say “good bye“ to her.

(This is written in bed,11p.m.) I glance at my journal for Tuesday November 14th 1933 “… saw Peggy…fresh sunlight morning…” etc. A year ago I was becoming awfully infatuated.

These digs are cheerless and there’s a hostile atmosphere