July 1st, Wednesday
The business of the day was packing for my jaunt in Town. I am longing for a real old bust which I intend to have!
July 2nd
To the above delightful Town we took ourselves today. I went by the 10 and met Mother at Salisbury. We went to our respective diggings, she to the Shorts where I dined this evening, I to the Club.
July 3rd
Mother and I went to the Hungarian Exhibition today, a dull show and very empty. We had got seats for “Getting Married” this evening but during the afternoon I got a phone message from W.T. asking if I was free so went with him instead. We dined at the Pall Mall. The piece was excellent, very Bernard Shawish and necessitated the covering of our faces with our hands occasionally but I laughed a great deal and enjoyed it much. We afterwards went onto the Carlton, dear old place, what a lot of happy times I have had there.
July 4th, Saturday
Philip Lyster came to tea. He had come over for leave from Ireland and is on the bust in Town. We had a great treat this evening, the opera, and Tetrazzini was singing and her voice is absolutely perfect. The Williamsons, Mrs Winter, Mr Bridge and Mr Merriman were with us and I enjoyed it awfully. Afterwards we proposed taking the two boys to the Troc for supper forgetting it was Saturday night and so on arrival we found they were on the point of closing being close on 12. Mr Bridge then insisted on our going to his club, the Junior Naval and Military where we had supper with many laughs and squawks.
July 5th, Sunday
This morning Major White Thomson came for me at 10.30 and we walked over to the Park where we sat in the cool shade watching all the people and seeing various friends. It was delightful and the costumes and hats quite too “Directoire” for words. Had lunch with the Shorts who took us (Wynne and her mother) to hear Mischa Ellman. This boy is perfect and he played Mendelsohn’s Spring song and Bees Wedding till I positively wept. It reminded me of last summer when dear Ell, Mother and I were together.
July 6th
Here is a picture of where I supped this evening. Philip Lyster came over and we dined first at the “Troc”, table 90, and then went on to see “Jack Straw” (by Somerset Maugham) in which Charles Hawtrey and Lottie Venn are delightful and I laughed and laughed. We then went on to the Savoy which is the place to sup at now, very much enlarged and very smart crowds and the most fashionable people and the noise like a parrot’s cage.
July 7th, Tuesday Herbert sent me this photo of Nootie taken by Mr Knyvell at the 19th’s Sports. Aim came shopping with me and then she and I went on to Lords. We saw various people we knew and then left. This evening PG (Lyster) and I dined at No 90 again and went to see “When Knights were Bold”, extremely funny and James Welch is almost a second Arthur Roberts. We supped again at the Savoy and at 1.30 betook ourselves to our bed, this being my usual bed hour whilst in Town.
July 8th, Wednesday
Went this morning to the Academy with PG, not much of a show and this young man airs his views in a most aggressive way which makes me long to pinch his nose. Mother and I went with Uncle Arthur Butler to “Mrs Dot”. He dined us first at the Dieu Donné, a charming spot and excellent cuisine. Mrs Dot is splendid of course, Marie Tempest is the life of the piece, very clever and amusing, but Graham Brown, the hero, is the greatest ass that ever stepped. We did not sup anywhere as I was sleepy and wanted my bed.