Aug 19 Friday.

James set me a poem to write about a Signpost1: he has one to write about Speed.
I had great difficulty with mine.
Changeable weather: Beryl sick but recovered towards night and was then stung in bed by a bee. Ethel who came to Montauban with me was very sick on her return, & sick all night.
Laura got no work done.
In odd moments I saw wood in the shed: mostly old oak boards.
* Telephone installed. Called up Anita at once. But no night calls!

Editorial Notes

1becomes "The Fallen Signpost" eds.