Summer is here. And I have nothing to wear. That awful dressmaker of mine really should have been quicker I won’t be able to wear the blue woollen or my grey two piece either. Too bad really. The bruises don’t hurt so much any longer so perhaps it is not so bed (sic!) and exploring the next world is put off for a time. Still as soon as I meet Vin. I’ll have to find out all about that sort of death. But of course I won’t go to see him now or ring him up, though as Father is going that way it would be a splendid occasion. To see him. Well, I won’t.