Monday 3 December
News, finally, from ‘my’ (Hark! The gods in laughter!) Daisy. Her quietness has been due to what the educated classes call ‘scheming’ and the layabouts and libertines ‘getting on with your life.’ She has given notice on her house of fallen men and women along with her job at the armaments factory (‘going out with a bang!’ says her letter, with humour ill-befitting the desperate situation). She will visit (alone!!) her friend in the Argentine next year and may even stay on, having learnt the appropriate language in the course of her somewhat experimental education. I try to stay calm but bark at Pepé and Lewis to embark on reluctant missions.