A rather cheerless day for my last in Dunmanway, so did no work, but went hunting instead. Tiny, one of our retinue of dogs, killed a fine rabbit inside in a ditch, so we came home for the third time in triumph. Went for a glorious swim in the Bandon which took away all the weariness of our long tramp over the hills. After dinner, Miss Mac, Fr. Pat and I started for Cork, I bringing two rabbits and a bunch of flowers for Mám. Had scarcely any driving on the way. Fr. Pat seems to be getting fonder of the wheel every day. Found Mám fairly dejected, for she had a hard time of cleaning and tidying, and had no rest. Uncle Hans and Aunt Dulcie have been here for a week and Mám went with them to Killarney. It was a miserably wet day. Uncle Hans is really charming. Unfortunately they are going to-morrow. Mám gave them a fine dinner and supper and brought them to the theatre. Poor Mám has had several disappointments, so I must look after her well now until Páp comes home. Accompanied Fr. Pat to Miss O’Brien’s place.
