…Finished my enlarged map of the London Underground.
Had a lip bleed when I walloped myself in the mouth with a broom handle…

I don’t mention whether I took this injury in a stoical or a helpless fashion. Nor do I mention the extent of the damage. Chances are this was another of those diary entries where, once again, I simply couldn’t bring myself to record the grisly details.

It’s just as well this accident took place during the school holiday. A fat or cracked lip was always one of the most undignified ailments to boast in the playground.