Saturday 22nd July 1939

Father’s new job – steward in a police canteen; serving cups of tea, frying bacon and eggs, for PC’s. I met him when he came out a lunchtime, looking a bit pale and tired, but still, obviously Mr NC Dawson, a gentleman and ex-officer. He said to Mother last week, “If I ever did anything wrong in my life, this job must be my punishment”…

Met John – and Noelle. Saw a few races at Staines Regatta, dinner at “Melville”, a play in Richmond; Rain. Coffee at The Dome. We sat talking in the car outside “Melville”, whilst rain drummed on the roof.

Home 2a.m.