Thursday
Another lovely day, although cold
and grey at first. Daffodils are
beginning to appear among the grass in the churchyard. Went down there and made a careful
examination of some of the very fine 18th Century headstones. There must have been a very fine school of
masons here from about 1700 to 1810.
This afternoon a Grammar “Prep”
party, not very successful. Don't like
talking to small boys.
Went out to “Advertiser” and
collected a packet of appeals for Edward’s testimonial, put them in envelopes,
addressed them and posted them.
Just before lunch, in the
Library, suddenly heard the noise of cement or plaster falling down the
chimney. Must have been a pigeon inside,
but was alarmed in case it might be the stack cracking or settling. Went up on the roof to see if anything was to
be seen, but there was nothing, only the sound of the fluttering of the
wretched bird inside. The roof seems in
pretty fair order, but the woodwork needs repainting. Fascinating views down onto the roofs, and
gardens of the Castle, where I have never been.
After tea went to see old Pearson
about the appeals, and then spent the rest of the evening indoors, with great
contentment.
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