Wednesday 5th June 1935

Rain! Was the Pageant to be spoiled? My Mother and Marjorie in the stands. Rain stopped; drizzled at intervals – the Pageant went on. They loved it.

Dink, Diana and I, sat with them in the stands. We missed the bus home. Rather a crush in the car therefore. (Di sitting on top of me, asking if she could bite my ear.)

Dick and Marjorie jolly decent. Memo.