February 7 + 

Intending to buy my usual 3d. packet of Goldflakes, entered a tobacconist’s in Piccadilly, but once inside surprised to find myself in a classy west-end establishment, which frightened my flabby nature into buying De Reszke’s instead. I hadn’t the courage to face the aristocrat behind the counter with a request for Goldflakes⁠—probably not stocked. What would he think of me? Besides, I shrank from letting him see I was not perfectly well-to-do. + 