Mother still in bad condition. Am awful row, what more consecutive ones, though by the evening peace reigned in the family haven.

Mother still unwell, or rather worse. – Vin. ‘phoned me at noon, we had an interminable talk. It seems he was looking for me everywhere in the Opera House, except just in front of his nose. Characteristic. We won’t have much of a chance to meet nowadays, and it is better too, I think for he has a…

I was most shocked. In spite of my hearty reassurances that I won’t go to Martha’s this afternoon Mother promised her that I would, when she phoned. The kids were rather bad and though M. returned early I came home late again. I nearly had a quarrel with Martha over different questions. If things go…

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…

Though I decided to I couldn’t go to that course for guides to day. It is really too bad. It might have meant such a chance of meeting English people. My people are always good at spoiling chances for me, this time too they could only see that it meant my going off early to day and perhaps a whole…