All night, Mám was very, very bilious, but the greatest part of the pain went by morning. Páp went to Bantry for his lesson-giving by the 9 [bus]. I went to school, but rushed back at 12 to see how Mám was. She was much better. Mr Twomey, the maths and Irish inspector, whom we had for a few minutes yesterday, came in to our Irish class. We were all pretty nervous, but we got over the ordeal alright. Scannie told him I was from Munich and was only a beginner, so he passed me over quickly! Mrs. Stockley came at 8 to sing some songs with Mám. Listening to her singing the ‘Erlkönig’ [Schubert ballad ‘King of the Spirits’] it reminded me of the lonely days when Páp was interned when I went with Mám to Stockleys’ once a week, and Sophia and I played while they were practising.
