I had a glorious restful night. Vivienne
was preparing a cooked breakfast
when I came down. Augustus, it had
slipped my mind, but my granddaughter
Laura is coming to stay. I don’t like to
say no, at such short notice, as we’ve
had this planned this for quite some
time. I said I didn’t wish to interfere,
it was cool by me. Laura lived in London.
She was making her regular holiday
excursion to her grandmother’s. She
loved canoeing on the lake and hiking
in the fells. I spluttered when I heard this.
She was sixteen. Despite my atrocious
experience with girls, despite everything,
I was curious.