Sunday 20th June 1937

Had arranged to meet Anne at 3:10p.m. today – Upminster Station. I arrived at the appointed time, waited until 4:15 like a silly sod, watching the trains come in. Went away, had tea at a café, despatched a laconic post card: “Upminster, Sunday. What happened? Hope there hasn’t been an accident or what not? SJD"

The second sentence was superfluous politeness. Staggered back to the station and foul Southend. Went to the pictures with Travers, my co-digger. Fourth visit to the ruddy “Pictures” since last Monday.