Tuesday
More snow in the night, a few
‘planes flying through it. Wrote to
various people to say I will be in Colchester
next weekend.
Moved a few things in the Museum this morning.
Dreadfully cold day.
Slight thaw set in, but traffic,
horse and motor sliding about in all directions. Odd how few milkcarts there are in this town,
and hardly a single coal trolley.
Set off to go to a Workers' Education Association lecture
tonight, but was tempted to go to a cinema and did, then wished I hadn’t.
This evening came across half a dozen youths, with hair as long as
girls, chatting in the public lavatory, which they apparently use as some sort
of club. Dance on at the church hall tonight, horrid
wailing music and drunken shouting until midnight, then much noise of cars
leaving Museum Square .
Soon after I went to bed, about
11, Mrs. Shepherd got up, went downstairs, and turned the lights off
at the main, to stop me from reading in bed.
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