Friday 7th February 1936

I was cold and tired and hungry by the time I reached Staines at 6 o’clock. Didn’t settle by fire until I’d performed all my little errands – one the doleful task of taking poor Christopher to a repair shop.

At last I was in again. Had a wash and sat down to a hot dinner in company with a Herries book. After that, I smoked several cigarettes, sitting by the fire. Then I wrote up this my diary. Now, Mrs Stephens has just brought in my night cap of cocoa. (Without milk, as I like it.)