Up with the lark and finished Goldfinger, despite Mum’s sonorous snoring. Picked up my Dostoevsky, then put it down again. Decided to have quick run-through of today’s hymns on the piano, then remembered the New Agreement, so pretended kitchen table was organ console. Removed two splinters with aid of tweezers from mum’s make-up box, or rather valise, for it is colossal. Took mum cup of tea 10 minutes ago, and now there is just time for my Sugar Puffs before I compose myself for divine service.
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