Many more motors about. I walked round to Victoria, which was shut up (both stations) one small entrance guarded by policemen. I heard someone say that a train had gone somewhere during the morning.
Yet in the vast empty stations Smith's book stalls were open. So were (outside) the cafes.
The populace excited and cheery, on this first day of the strike.
No evening paper. News from the Wireless at very short intervals, half hour intervals at night up to midnight.
I should think that all theatres would soon be closed.
Already today there has been a noticeable increase in gravity in the general demeanour.
At the same time personal life goes on. I wrote to me old friend Frederick Marriott a few days ago to inform him of my changed circumstances. I said that he had probably heard that I had formed another affection since Marguerite departed as it is public property & accepted by everybody. Marguerite still refuses to divorce me and I rather missed my opportunity to divorce her five years ago because I couldn't bring myself to have her watched. I informed him that I am now living with Dorothy Cheston Bennett, and that we have a daughter, Virginia Mary who is 16 days old. As one of my oldest and best friends I felt it important that he should have this news direct from me, whatever he may have heard from other sources.