Sunday 1st March 1936

Having had supper at Father’s digs I left him at Acton Station. A cosy carriage – for the first time in several hours, I felt comfortable and warm. An imp of mischief made me start talking to the only other passenger – a girl. Between two stations we became acquainted and as the train slowed down for West Drayton I suggested that this ought not to be our last meeting. Suggested it very bluntly, I think! She smiled straightly and agreed. I got her name and address and got out – just in time, as the train went on.

Wrote a letter the same night, “Dear lady-of-the-railway-train”. Wonder if she will answer? If she doesn’t, can’t blame her. It’s frightfully bad form!