A hard day. Hot, busy, tiresome. I felt downhearted all day. All sorts of troubles. Nearly stayed home instead of going to the cooking class. But went eventually. Was 20 minutes late. Bözsi was dressing exactly at the same time. We had a good laugh over it. Both of us being late, listless + tired. I believe the soup we cooked is boullion. Am not sure. We had a lot to do and were late to finish. A new man was there. The horrid creature burnt my dishcloth when he perforced to help me thus enabling me to have a look at what the others were doing. Just tell me about the cleverness of men. It was pouring when we left, which didn’t prevent me from taking my usual walk.