Did all my work this morning and practised piano. Pappie caught me trying to compose, and was swearing. He said I should learn something first, and stop this ‘dilettantisch’ business. He is really right, but I love fishing around, and seeing what I can make. Had to telephone at the G.P.O. to Dr. Scannell, and though I didn’t know before what to do, I managed alright and was quite pleased with myself. Generally you get roared at by the operator in those public offices, and fly in confusion. Went to match between St. Ita’s and St. Maries of the Isle. Of course St. Ita’s lost because I was there, and wished they had won. Girls’ camogie matches are killing, they are so afraid of the ball. Father Pat was up to-day, and has terrible work about his journey to Rome with Fr. O’Brien. There was a committee meeting about broadcasting to-day to which Father Pat went. All I can say is that it was outrageous, and poor Father Pat went home most gloomy.
