Wednesday 13th December 1933
Blustering North wind. As I strode along the road to work, my blood tingled; the wind whirred in the telegraph wires. Rot. Introspective nonsense cut out.
Went to TocH at Laleham. A cheery meeting, jolly fellows. Game of billiards. Dawson, the (very) novice. One star shot was to send my ball diagonally down the table and without touching anything – click! Into a pocket. Ran right into Staines afterwards with two others. All my gloom has gone – blown away by laughter and the wind. Thank God for TocH.
Went to TocH at Laleham. A cheery meeting, jolly fellows. Game of billiards. Dawson, the (very) novice. One star shot was to send my ball diagonally down the table and without touching anything – click! Into a pocket. Ran right into Staines afterwards with two others. All my gloom has gone – blown away by laughter and the wind. Thank God for TocH.
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