Finished reading “The Story of San Michele” tonight, for the second time.
The Revd. Knock has been here for the weekend. He spent the night with Poulter, the first person who has been allowed to sleep in Poulter’s flat for years, as his housekeeper does not approve of visitors. I went upstairs at lunch time to have a word with him, and found he and Poulter listening to a German music programme on the radio.