Went to Mass, and immediately after we started packing. We left at 11.30. Though we were only 3 weeks in Cappoquin, we had grown accustomed to it and even began to like it, so I was rather lonely leaving. Cappoquin will still continue its simple way of life, and I mine, and we may never come together again. I drove back, and all went well, though we had a narrow shave when a car turned a corner on the right side at a fierce pace. I jerked towards the ditch and we passed in safety. Coming home we opened up the house and then cooked a dinner for Fr. Pat. He left for Dunmanway at 4. We cleaned up and tidied till 6, and then had a rest, tea, and then took up all the letters which came to discuss them. One nice one from Pappie, one from Aunt Rose, and she never mentioned our coming to Dublin, so that is probably off. One from Miss O’Brien. She is going to Germany in the winter!!! ((Jane O’Brien had plans to study music in Germany, but for financial reasons these did not materialise.)) Another friend going. We have only 2 left. Well, Fr. Pat evidently can’t leave us, we will go to Miss O’Brien at Montrea next week, and leave the rest go pot. ‘The best laid schemes of mice and men gang aft agley’.
