Monday 21st June 1937

A letter from John: “Hope you’re recovered from the financial slump, you sod” etc. etc. A letter from Anne explaining she had been ill. Apologies and “Please write” and so forth. I’ll never love Anne. She is not imperious enough.

Seventeen calls today. Turnover: Two shillings and six pence! The solitary small order was a new account which may lead to something but all the same it was a “dummy”. So the results of my day’s work can be considered nil.