Drove Mr. MacDonnell and Mickie the driver to town about three miles from Castlelack. Went to Confession, and then drove home again with Mickie. The latter is awfully good, and every time I go in the car with him, he lets me drive and gives me endless lessons. He looks a regular Dannie Mann, but he is the kindest fellow going. After dinner Diarmuid, Lola and I went up to the lake and fixed four more buoys. It is funny, but the lake can get really stormy, and Mike Riordan, who was out with us, told us that in a high wind the waves would break over ‘Tubbie’ or any other boat. Hunted the children and had great fun till tea. I did some piano and Irish to-day. At 8 Mickie and I went in to town again to fetch some money, and I drove both ways. Mickie had no end of talk about driving. Got a puncture on the way back. Read ‘Lands and Peoples’ and went to bed at 11.
