Saturday, March 24, 2007

Tuesday 9th October 1934

Met Audrey. Foolishly told of the financial troubles which always oppress me. (Pressing down. Just as bad as a year ago. Ghastly! I feel that I want to run away from it all.)

She sympathised sweetly and wished me to go to the pictures with her. She would pay this time. We argued in High Street until I felt physically ill. Eventually, when it was all over, we had a quiet stroll around, she being careful not to hurt my poisoned arm or hand.

Money… Oh, I shudder at the word. I want to scream.


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