Thursday 31st October 1935

North, with Croucher. Raining hard. Had an exciting skid near Hampstead Heath – or was it Edgware? (“Come on you bitch” said Croucher, speaking to his lorry.)

Didn’t go to the Poly. Cycled home via Thorpe. I caught the smell of hay and damp autumn leaves.
Bought myself ten Woodbines. Am smoking as I write this, in the chaotic sitting room. (Tea things still on the table.)