18th August

18th August. Friday. Woke up to a
lovely batch of mail, which I
duly attended to. Went out with
Ethel to Mannings for lunch, then
went shopping, came home for dinner,
Then thought we would surprise
XXXXXXXXX, what a reception, never
was so disgusted, will tell all about
it when I get home, stayed there for
about half an hour, then went to
Millies, and stayed till the wee small
hours.

[I’ve taken the decision to redact this name – I’m not sure what this hostess did that so offended my grandmother. It may be that this was really not an appropriate time for a surprise visit. But whatever it was that disgusted Minnie will remain forever a mystery!]