March 1 Tuesday.

A bad day somehow: slack weather.
To dentist – my gum inflamed – he says it must be operated on. Suggests at Cranleigh – I can't get there[RG] manage that.
At Mr Mills bought pair of Staffordshire dogs for Honor 7/61.
Trojan Ending.
Long talk with Laura until late (she wearing her white flannel dress with the Mallorquin buttons) about count-on-ability of friends and their seriousness.
Norman came to supper and took part in the talk until he went at 11.30. His Mitzi has gone off her head: guilt-fantasies and is in an observational ward.

Editorial Notes

17 shillings, sixpence eds.