Arrived here last night. Noted for thrird novel in the trilogy the scene on the train, and Shields' dentist scene. All in my special notebook. Stoke station was packed with people and so was the loop line train.Weather is wild. Glass lower than it has been all this year I think. I have been put in the big bedroom because Marguerite is expected on Friday. I am a little apprehensive about her advent. There is a good deal of semi-concealed nervousness about her and indeed she will certainly seem a rather exotic creature here amongst the potbanks. Florence has prepared a whole programme of introductions for next week - engagements every evening.
My mother seems fairly well though she cried this morning during breakfast because Frank wouldn't buy her exactly the kind of coal she needs. I have my meals with Frank and his family. One of the children is ill in bed. I risked going to look at him, but didn't get too close. Apparently there is a lot of flu about at the moment. "People are dropping like flies" Frank said. It was only nine degrees acording to the thermometer in my bedroom this morning so I fear getting a chill on the liver.
More tooth problems so I went to the dentist first thing. Spent an hour and a half there. He put a filling in a cavity. I have to go again on Monday. I have started taking Sanatogen Tonic wine, Shuff recommended it to me. Says it will be good for my nerves when I over-work. Quite a pleasant taste I find.In the meantime I am going to a grand municipal dinner this evening; at least, grand by Burslem standards. I have also been asked to give out prizes at the Art School and make a speech on socialism. I refused.
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