Tuesday 23rd February 1937

(Please smoke, if you wish,” said Miss Ewings, “I’m quite a heavy smoker myself”) Amazing little lady. I had refrained until then as my surroundings were so essentially feminine.

The Head Office, I find, is a place where one hears skilful conversation and repartee. Whereas at the Works, an intellectual discussion usually dealt with things, here it has to do with people.

Have just written up journal notes for five important days. Haven’t done them justice. Feel impatient, not in the mood for writing.