Busy this morning buying the coalcart – got it for £14, quite reasonable. This afternoon had a great piece of luck. Went to tea at Jacklins’, and who should be there but Mrs. Betty Prior, now back from London. We had tea together. Most charming woman. Talked a good deal more about her troubles with her husband, who not only lives with another woman but employs her sister as a housekeeper.
After tea I decided on the spur of the moment to go to the Playhouse and see a George Formby film, and in the lobby met little Miss Banell, so we went in together, and I had the pleasure of seeing a very funny and very vulgar film, while holding a pretty girl’s hand in the dark. A most pleasant evening, ending up with supper at Culver Street and a walk home in the dusk.
Cloudy tonight, for the first time for 10 days. The usual searchlights were sticking up, to act as “markers” for the RAF, but I could only hear a few planes, far off towards the south.