Thursday
Not cold. Mrs Shepherd in a vile temper, and the daughter rushing round the kitchen half dressed while Doble and I were trying to
eat our inedible breakfasts.
Busy all day on letters and on
going through the Library. Tonight felt
suddenly bored and went to a cinema, a very silly thing to do, and a very poor
show, which served me right.
Bed at 10pm, to read “North Wind.”
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