I go into town and take Barbara to “Quaintways”. We get some beer in from the pub across the road having had dinner first at her house. I spend the night there and B. gets quite affectionate curled up in a chair with me. In the morning I take her to her office and then meet Ma at the Grosvenor – she tries on a hat in a shop and I get hysterics for some reason or other, to the amusement of the (shop) madams.
I get back to Hawarden for lunch and have now moved over to Poulton for phase two. It seems to me that I have fallen in love (JDW: finally!), for the first time to the best of my knowledge, and am due for an awful shock and much pain when I leave her with my proposals unrequited, or when something occurs that breaks up my whole house of cards. “Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” In the near future I will be able to comment on the truth of this question – until then “roll on Friday”, and I must remember to keep my mind on business when I am flying!
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