Had a boisterous day at school, as it the second last. None of the priests worked with us, and we were licked out of class by Dickie for bringing a squeaking doll into him. Was sick all day and ate no breakfast, but this did not prevent me having great fun about a powder-box which I captured from ‘Mick Mam’ the Yank. Wrote reports for Dr. Scannell at German. Poor Mrs. Lynch, Julia’s mother, came to-day with a whole lot of holly for us, poor soul. She was here from 4 – 8 having tea with us. It was impossible to work while she was there for her stories were endless. I wish I had her genius for detail in my comps. – she never need stop for lack of detail: the date, hour, exact moment and place of every possible occasion are narrated in full. – Made a plan of study and reading for the hols.
