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An intriguing and unexpected footnote to the day - happened to mention, in passing like you do, to H that we really ought to ask that delightful new arrival Miss Shanklin round to share supper soon and, to my somewhat surprise, H - who normally is quite done with necessary hostings of ecclesiastical gatherings - at once proposed we should carpe diem and have her round tomorrow evening, that being convenient to our intended guest.

Must bone up on my paltry knowledge of just what titles that young 'Tiger' Woods fellow has won these past few years - Cathy (if I may make so bold) being quite a keen golf buff.

Might even see if I can squeeze in a visit to Isaac, barber to the menfolk, if I have an hour or so to spare in the morning. Mustn't let Miss Shanklin begin to think that we rural folk are all gone to seed after all!

Cook has long left for the night, but I shall telephone her first thing to sort out a decent menu. Does Cathy eat meat one frets? We all do round here of course, but then none of us has ever suffered the moral deprivation that living in London must entail.

Would ask H for advice on this tricky subject, but can sense that she has other, more significant, thoughts on her mind at present. The clue is in the fixed staring at some remote random object. Spotted that one some twenty years back. Held me in good stead ever since!