Tuesday 15th February 1938

Bitter, bitter cold. High wind, snow, rain, frost, slush – successively or simultaneously. A pool of water where my feet rested, in the car. Still – I got an order – new account – at Pitsea! Domestic stores; a stock of Duripan Hard Gloss.
Elocution class. I know my lines now and somehow I’m able to act the part. It thrills me! There could hardly be a more suitable role for me.