8th February 1945

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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