Monday 1st February 1937

Rose at 6:30, feeling like potted death. No breakfast. Found I had missed my bus to Hounslow. Suddenly another bus came – one of those which meander to Egham via Feltham and Ashford. I climbed aboard and sat inert, not even smoking. As we cleared the outskirts of Hounslow, a shaft of sunlight shone into the bus. It was not a wintry day!

I had a faint, wonderful feeling that this was the bottom of the down-swing of the pendulum. Perhaps it was. After a pretty lousy morning I had lunch and then felt better.

Evening – RNVR by GWR.