Went to the office late as it was not "my" Sunday - early. Wrote publicity story rest of day - not much done though, for I asked Jimmy to come over. It was rather wonderful to hear a Sunday PM symphony over the radio at that point. No wonder I didn't get much writing done - all Tschaikovsky - went to the Rec Hall movie with Jimmie in the evening. We talk all during every movie, and never know or have the faintest idea of the plot or who is playing. Informed me that it is spelled Jimmie - so that's it - we walked through the rain for a few minutes after Rach closed the Rec Hall - and I came home and talked with the gals. Perfectly content, in our warm little hut, not to be in Oxford where I'd planned to go with Hamilton Greene. Don't know why he didn't call - he checked out of his hotel in London I learned by phone. So much for that - have to write in the office tomorrow while Phil is at a wedding of a nurse and a corporal here. Don't know how they get to that point, because nurses are forbidden to date enlisted personnel. You file a request and publish the bans two months before you want to get married, and wait for permission.
(pictured: Symphony Hour in the Rec Hall)
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