The diary-entry for today is as follows:
I had left my mackintosh behind at the Preston Convention venue, and although I felt too shy to go and enquire about it, parental pressure was put on me to do so. I probably reacted to this in a “temperamental” way, which led to my feeling rather depressed. Anyway, I DID summon the courage to enquire at the office in Preston, but the raincoat had not been handed in.
Chris posted a letter to me today that he had written yesterday.
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