First Friday
Was furious with myself for sleeping out for 8, but went to 10 ten [mass] instead. No letter from Páp yet – it is extraordinary. Got a letter from Julia enclosing stamps sent her by a Belgian priest – 50 Hungarian and Belgian I hadn’t, including Olympic Games and Belgian Congo. It is really very touching how faithful and kind Julia is to me. Practised piano after dinner. The sky suddenly darkened, there was terrific heat, and heavy clouds began to roll up as I commenced. So I was sure a thunderstorm was going to burst, similar to those in England and France, for there has been very bad weather abroad, and terrible destruction caused in the Azores by the worst earthquake ever experienced there. After tea cycled to Markie, where I had tennis, and after played my Chopin twice by compulsion to himself and his three sisters. I had great sport there.
