Saturday 1st February 1936

In the grinding shop I noticed that one “Chertsey Jim” was absent. Davis told me he’d gone to get married. “Abaht time too. ‘Is kids a year old now.” I was amused. Davis said “Well, it’s a good thing to ‘ave a bit of stock in ‘and”.

I called at John’s digs and gave him a generous dose of quinine. He made a manful effort to remain nonchalant; then groaned horribly and rushed for a drink of water!