Dull, inclined to be foggy. Bustling market crowds all day.
Old Edwards came in for an hour, and then young Woolley, who is certainly a most intelligent child, but was rather a nuisance today as I had so much to do.
Went round to the Bank to pay in Robin’s price, and found that one now has to fill in a special form for £5 notes, something to do with attempts to prevent black-market dealings.
Bought my rations this afternoon, as the White Lion does not apparently want my book, and was very lucky – got one pound of oranges. In Bridge St, met little Ellis from the Grammar, walking with a Welsh girl, who was introduced as Miss Betty Thomas, and who is coming to teach at the Grammar School after Easter.
This evening felt ill, tummy bad, so had no dinner. Went to cinema instead, saw an excellent film of
China, in colour, but spoiled by
shocking Yankee propaganda. Bed at 11,
reading Vulliamy’s “Puffin” which I enjoyed.
Excellent idea, this.