Sixth Sunday of Holy Communion. Brought home some palm. I think I stood without moving during the long Epistle, but it was agony. – Practised piano, and tidied up pantry, and my books in Father Pat’s studio. I have quite a nice library now. Have determined on composing some sort of sonata during the hols, and fixed the first few bars – the theme – after piano. I wonder whether anything will come of it. I can always imagine pages of what seem quite good sequences and passages, but when it comes to writing them down, it is another matter. – After dinner went to Markie’s and had an exciting adventure. We were examining a Ford that was on a slope leading to the garage, and as we did not know the handbrake was broken, it suddenly moved off, and went down the incline with the two of us hanging on for bare life. After braking against two trees it stopped, and after a great deal of pushing we got it straight, cleared away the débris of bark – and ran. Went to Mr. Corkery. Had a very nice time.
