Saturday 3rd April 1937

Yesterday’s intrigues, of which I officially know nothing, began to show results at the office this morning.

Evening: All-in wrestling at Kilburn, with John. Crowded hall, had to stand in a dense throng. Damned hot.

Back to Ealing 12 o’clock. Had supper and saw John on the road home. Bed 1 a.m.
Oppressively warm even at that hour, like a summer night.