Swimming with Mabel. At last she's got a pair of shoes – a swop with some one, black patent, for white rubber-heeled. I had second injection. Got a little paper from Kelly.
Felt honoured because Elizabeth Drown invited me to sit beside her on a wooden crate in the pantry, and think of ideas for a sketch she and Ian Heath are doing in the next concert!
Re-started ((writing in shorthand)).
To French lesson with Jimmy Ferrier.