June 1st, Tuesday
I struggled up to the Hospital in the morning to see poor Mrs Cuthill, the wife of a Sergeant in the 25th. She is such a singularly nice woman but dreadfully ill and awaiting an operation. I had my Mothers Meeting today instead of tomorrow on account of the Salisbury Festival. We were 14. Mrs Tobias came up and I introduce her to all and the working of the show as when I go this sort of work will fall to her.

June 2nd
This was the day of the Salisbury Womens Union Festival and to my horror I awoke to find it pouring with rain, however I had to go and accordingly drove down to the station where met 5 or 6 of the women, the others having been prevented by rain. On arrival I did shopping and then went to the Cathedral. There were present 3400 women and the sight was extraordinary. At 4.30 we all assembled in the cathedral almost filling that vast building. The service lasted until it was time to return and I by then felt ready to lie down and die.

June 4th, Friday. Town
The rain came down in torrents but I had ordered a fly and so being independent of the elements i set forth for London Town to do my yearly jaunt with a light heart and frivolous mind. I had to wait an hour and a half at Salisbury but was at 36 Norfolk Sq by 2.30 where I found my dear old friends. I then set forth to find Mother at 131 Harley St where I found there too Walter draped in seemly black, Mother likewise and I flaunted in in green and brown! After a little talk W and I set forth to my Club and afterwards to the Curio Club and then I returned.

June 5th
My wedding day 8 years ago. Went to Douglass where Miss Worrall kept me waiting nearly half an hour and so I was late for my appointment with Dot at the club where we had agreed to meet and have lunch. However we dashed off as soon as possible to the Duke of York’s and saw “What Every Woman Knows”, standing in the Pit. It is a clever piece of acting but I am not so pleased with du Maurier as in some in which I have seen him as he has such a very ungracious part and is odious throughout, so Scotch and humourless. We returned to tea at the Club and then I drove down to Paddington with Dot and saw her off. We had an early dinner and at 7.45 D”Arcy and I went to His Majesties to see “The School for Scandal”. Tree is certainly a master and I admire him more and more. It was beautifully put on and an all star cast so I am very glad to have seen it. I shrieked over the many jokes and took covert glances at my companion to see how they affected him and was pained to observe gleams of amusement in his chaste eye. We drove home in a 4 wheeler, I thinking with longing of the Carlton though not with D’Arcy!

June 6th, Sunday
I have just come back from church to which I went alone, one in this square which the T’s don’t affect as it is too musical and modern. I enjoyed it, beautiful singing, a short service and a progressive sermon full of common sense and practical view.

June 7th, Monday
At 10.30 I made my way to the Kodak Co. H is going to present me with a camera for my birthday and so I am going to get a few lessons in the art in order not to feet quite at sea. It all seems horribly difficult and complicated. At 12 I went to Douglas and then to lunch to which came my dear BG (Scratchley) with whom I bucked and cackled all afternoon. AT 4.45 I walked over to the New Century where I met Mother and when tea was over Mother and I walked round to Keith Prowse and got some theatre tickets for “Penelope” and I went home to dress for the opera. It was “La Tosca” and very well given. Tetrazzini was not in it by Destinn was very good.

June 8th
It takes so long to get into Town from Norfolk Square that unless one starts off every day immediately after breakfast one is always late for appointments as I was today. I met Gertie Maclean at the Academy which we “did” most assiduously and found there much that was charming. Afterwards she came with me to the Club where was Mother. We had a hasty lunch and went off to the afternoon theatre at His Majesty’s where Tree is producing “Admiral Guinea” and M’lle Genee in “The Dryad”. Both were delightful and the latter a dream of grace and elegance and looks about 17. We joined the Sawyers at tea at the Carlton where the women seemed to vie with one another in outré costumes and are as amusing as a play to watch. The opera this evening frankly bored us, “Il Barbiere”, and very dull.