11th Sunday of Holy Communion. Poor Pappie was worse again to-day. He could not go to 10 o’clock Mass, and took a taxi to 12. I had to go with him. He had terrible pain. I was in a muddle to-day, because Stockleys had invited me to Youghal, and so I postponed boating with Joe Mangan, but it was too hot for Youghal, and attending poor Pappie upset everything. I did bits and scraps of work at times all day. Stockleys came for tea, and I entertained Sophie and Irmah by shooting, and looking at ‘Lands and Peoples’. Went up to Mr. Corkery’s and heard some beautiful unaccompanied choir singing from Christ Church, some Bach on the organ and Grieg on orchestra. There is a miners’ strike at present in England which is developing into a national strike, and we heard the latest news concerning it. The Government are stationing district commissioners all over the country. It is good we have a supply of coal in. Pappie’s leg was bad again to-night, but he was talking to Miss Townshend about harps, and to Miss Violet Stockley all the evening.
