Had a long sleep out this morning. Mám said to me while I was working that cramming destroys all creative power, and so I was troubled the whole time now thinking I was sagging out my brain, now thinking how little I knew of even the small course I set before myself, and how much there remained to be learnt. The morning was wet, but the afternoon turned out fine and sunny, so Mám and I went for a pleasant stroll through the wooded demesne of Major Charnley. Mám saw a squirrel and I very nearly caught a young rabbit with my hands. Went back and I worked at Portuguese stamps. We then went to the station to meet Nannie. But to our great disappointment Nannie didn’t arrive. Perhaps she will come to-morrow. After tea went for tennis again. A Mr. Murray and myself are beginning to throw quibbles at each other now and though empty we have great fun. Mám has finished her cookery book to her great delight.
