DEATH OF DORLÉAC

M O N D A Y,  2 6  J U N E

Woke feeling utterly miserable about the exam. Revised Virgil and Caesar - I didn’t finish Caesar.

Mummy was very worried because it began to rain and she was going to Wimbledon. 

Martha gave me a Callard & Bowser nougat when I got to school to bring me luck. Latin began at 2. I looked at the paper and practically gave up - the first passage was from Caesar. Out of 18 marks I can't have got more than four. But, I could do the others pretty well and I’ve worked out I’ve got 60%.  What was so extraordinary was that one of the two Virgil passages was one that I had said to myself, as I was revising, "this is the one we’re going to have." Got the most ghastly indigestion from 3 till 6.

At home us two saw Wimbledon on TV. Ma came back; not a drop of rain all day. She saw some fab matches, the most exciting one was Santana, who was beaten. It's the first time a No. 1 seed has been beaten in the first round, but it’s such a pity because he’s so sweet. We saw an interview with him afterwards and he has a Spanish accent and sticking-out teeth. 

“About 9.30 there was a news flash on Radio Luxembourg...”

Francoise Dorléac was killed this evening in a car-crash. She’d just been to see her sister Catherine Deneuve in St Tropez and was driving to Nice airport when her car went off the road and burst into flames. She was burnt alive, at 25. It took two hours to recover her body and you couldn’t recognise her - they only knew it was her because of her driving licence. I wonder if their new film will be shown now?

Manuel Santana, who began his career as a ballboy, and ended up a Spanish hero.