Wednesday, 30 June, 1926
This is the last day of June and finds me in black despair because Clive laughed at my new hat, and I sank to the depths of gloom. This happened at Clive's last night. We were all sitting round talking [when] Clive suddenly said, or bawled rather, what an astonishing hat you're wearing! Then he asked where I got it. I pretended a mystery, tried to change the talk, was not allowed, and they pulled me down between them, like a hare; it was very forced and queer and humiliating. So I talked and laughed too much. Duncan prim and acid as ever told me it was utterly impossible to do anything with a hat like that. I came away deeply chagrined, as unhappy as I have been these ten years; and revolved it in sleep and dreams all night; and today has been ruined.
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