Sunday 16th June 1935

Pleasant day, just occasional springtime showers, followed by sunlight.

John, Dick and myself had tea at Chertsey, then strolled along the river bank to Staines. (Crowded and busy, as usual) Quietness in the fields before Thorpe, though.

Going to be remarkably hard up, next week. Oh! Why can’t I write without control, to show my hate of the hideous, continuous worry and frustration! Hundreds of unfulfilled desires. Unfulfilled for one reason – money!