Wednesday
Bitterly, icy, cold, and a thin
fog. Dawn at 10 to 9, and Mrs. Shepherd began nagging at me again. No hot water, and the tea much too strong and
stone cold.
To office at 9.30, much to
Caretaker’s disgust. She said very
pointedly that Mr Edwards never came
in before ten. However, on the desk a
letter from Inverness , from dear Ann. She’s been ill in bed for a week. Wants my photo, but have no such thing as far
as I know.
Looking through boxes in the
Library this morning. Found a beautiful
deer-skin jacket, Cree Indians, Canada ,
and a grass skirt, rather oddly labelled: Nubian Woman’s Girdle collected by Mr
Algernon Peckover, c.1865.”
Coming back from lunch met
Girling, in top hat, long heavy black coat and “spats”, and ebony stick, going
to a funeral at the church. Museum
Square full of opulent looking cars, and the passing bell tolling. Stream of top-hatted black figures hurrying
over the frozen snow towards the Tower arch, where the white surpliced choir
were waiting.
Dark very early today. Work in office until 9.
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