Thursday
Lovely day, faint golden mist
across the Links, as the sun came up.
Horrible dream early this morning – I was mad, and everybody I was at
school with was there, trying to tie me up with ropes, while I struck at them
with a large beam. Knew I was insane, a
vile dream.
Now endless nagging worry about
going back. Mind seems quite weak,
cannot force myself to go.
Saw Richardson re work at Museum. Wrote to Father and Captain Folkard.
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