Friday 15th and Saturday 16th November 1935

Two “poodle-faking” nights. Dinner with King Eric at Ashford, on Friday. Tea with Mad Willy and his people on Saturday. Foreman Harris still away.

One joyful item to record. My feet are no longer continuously damp. A surprise remittance arrived from home and I bought a pair of shoes. I’ve got some cigarettes and a book and have had a supper.
Nevertheless, for some obscure reason, I’m fed up!

….And remained fed up until…