An awful day. Scenes, frayed nerves, tears etc. Everything I hate. I made a lovely scene myself to [empty space here in the diary] Mother out of the bedroom where she locked herself in. It worked splendidly. I nearly laughed though scenes do tire me. When Vin. phoned I was in too bad mood to enjoy it. He is to be on a retreat next week. I won’t see him for a time now. He said something I’ve been thinking of all the while. It was about my not seeing him next week. He said it wasn’t proper to meet ladies in that time and I nearly said it depended on the lady, but just kept it back. A good judgement on me from both of us. I’ll be jolly well see to it that he should find me the sort of lady one can meet on Good Friday too. He’ll have a little surprise yet. Time to make him respect me in thoughts too. Gymn slightly better this afternoon.