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…
It is getting hot. My knee is hurting dreadfully and I think it is swollen. I’m afraid of “tetanus” not the nicest sort of death, if death is ever nice, and not the sweetest sort of feeling. I’m glad I went to conf. yesterday and made my about Vin. too before all this happened. It would be cowardly…