Saturday 9th November 1935
Breakfast at Chertsey. Lunch at 55 Richmond Road. Chaotic. Mrs Stephens has just moved in.
My bedroom has a wash basin (h and c!) and is centrally heated. Will be quite nice when it has been furnished.
Had tea at Hall’s digs. We discussed poetry and so forth. Then strolled along to the Anglers Rest. He found a large, delightful room with a decent piano, where we were alone. Hall practised his technique on the waitress. She was just delicately inviting him to take her home when the hostess interrupted. So the waitress gave me a disgusted look – as if to say, “The old bitch” – drained her glass, said, “I’ll be seeing you” and went.
My bedroom has a wash basin (h and c!) and is centrally heated. Will be quite nice when it has been furnished.
Had tea at Hall’s digs. We discussed poetry and so forth. Then strolled along to the Anglers Rest. He found a large, delightful room with a decent piano, where we were alone. Hall practised his technique on the waitress. She was just delicately inviting him to take her home when the hostess interrupted. So the waitress gave me a disgusted look – as if to say, “The old bitch” – drained her glass, said, “I’ll be seeing you” and went.
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