EVENINGS ARE DEADLY

EVENINGS ARE DEADLY

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S U N D A Y,  1 5  O C T O B E R

Didn’t go out once but did masses of work – ten hours in all!!!

Wore my hair loose all day, not in bunches. If I dry it behind my shoulders, getting it as straight as possible, I can make it look absolutely fab by putting a little behind my ears. But it's not long enough yet to stay there.

Did an advertisement on a postcard for my trouser suit. Priced the jacket at £3, the trousers at £2, and the skirt at £1.

Read a long article on Russia in the New Statesman. What sounds so nice about it is that everybody’s so well educated and cultured: they know more about Shakespeare and Byron than the average Englishman does.

That’s what makes me sick of England – everybody’s so uncultured and dull.

Evenings are deadly. Daddy does Amsterdam competition, Mummy knits, Chumpy moans about being bored and I write my Diary. It would be nice to go out with a boyfriend occasionally - I still think of Dutronc. I couldn’t bear it if he’s not there next year.

Chumpy got the bathroom into a dreadful mess which made me annoyed - does she realize it’s my bathroom too? Had such a scorching bath I had to get out in the middle of it to cool off (!) then got back in.

 The advertisement for the trouser suit

The advertisement for the trouser suit

 

 

INGRID'S NOSE

INGRID'S NOSE

KINGSTON IS SO COMMON

KINGSTON IS SO COMMON