7.25 p.m. … Answered a call from B. and declined an invitation thus no doubt causing umbrage. Next week then? No, not really. Trout are marvellous! Mmm – but no. Will call on Tuesday. Out. Thursday then? Out. Friday? Perhaps; packing. My God, my God. Don't people love me! Naturally I am filled with admiration for myself. Aren't you jealous? And envious? Don't you wish you were loved too? But I am getting too old, tired and unappreciative. Do you think it possible that Greta Garbo spoke the truth when she said she ‘wanted to be alone’?