Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Saturday 15th June 1935

Glorious beginning of Shimmering Haze!

Evening; Jubilee Celebrations at Windsor (presumably). Actually I saw nothing but drenched people, soaked streets, steam on the roads… Result of heavy, steady rain.

The worst of glamorous romance is – the aftermath. Especially when time lies heavy in your hands. “Lets go to the Tattoo next week,” said Dick. “Impossible. Can’t bloody well afford it” I squealed. (lost my self control for a moment.)

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