First day fairly dry for a week. If this is summer weather, what will it be in August? Poor Mám was very sick all last night. She always has bad luck. – Read in paper that the Syrian rebels have given an ultimatum to the French that the latter give them ₤5,000,000 for the damage done to Damascus and their country by aviation. They order the French to clear out at once, and declare a republic. That’s the stuff! – The buses are running now to Dillon’s Cross and Blackrock. Got results of English. Came 1st with 221/300. Jack MacSwiney next with 183. It is funny – I really thought I had done a good comp. in the exam, but Scannie says there were few ideas, and it was not up to usual standard. He is quite right. Came home to find poor Mám in bed. She had a temperature of 102 to-day. It must be the flu. She cannot take anything to eat. So went for messages, and put off Miss O’Brien, who was coming to tea. Nannie stayed with Mám, and I went to the Washington to see the film of the Eucharistic Procession. It was quite good, but Páp and I don’t appear at all. The big picture ‘The Breed of the Treshams’ was really touching. I was delighted; it was about Cromwell and Charles I, and gives a glimpse of life in the 30-year war. Sir John Martin-Harvey as the ‘Rat’ was wonderful. Pathe-Gazette showed life in Timghad, North Africa. Came home charmed. Poor Mám still fairly bad. Hope she will have a good night’s rest.
