Gluck went, while Nesta was away, to a season of surrealist films at The Everyman, Hampstead, and to an exhibition of eighteenth-century wallpapers at Sanderson which she found ‘beautiful and somehow consoling.’ She saw Mae West in I’m No Angel. ‘Gawd! I was fascinated but never want to see her again’ and the Dionne Quints in The Country Doctor which she found marvellous, amusing and fascinating.
She tried to cut down on smoking, forty a day of Players Medium Cut (‘It’s the Tobacco that Counts’), and tried to cut down on Dial, but very often it was her only way of getting a good night’s sleep. She endured frequent visits to the dentist, a Mr Simpson, who told her he had never met anyone with such sensitive teeth. She bought new turtles for the fish tank, which she cleaned out regularly, but with equal regularity the turtles died. To salve the pangs of separation Nesta sent photographs of herself which Gluck scrutinized under a magnifying glass: ‘the little haze of mist round your mouth which is your beloved breath on the cold air – I nearly died of that in the side view one.’
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