Tuesday 3rd April 1934

Back.

Reached digs at teatime and dashed to Pageant Rehearsal. Did nothing – the original Centurion was there – but watch the proceedings, which seemed crazy. And the room hot. All wrong in fact!

Don’t often refer to money here, though the lack of it always haunts me. Will record nothing now, except that I’m going to be fearfully short, during the next month.
Smoking for instance. Have two cigarettes and a half ounce of tobacco. Can buy no more until the situation is eased.