FREESIAS ALL OVER THE HOUSE

W E D N E S D A Y,  1  M A R C H

German was lovely until Miss Leopold told Lucy and me to stop talking. She then went on about how we're always talking and I felt it was so unjustified I said "we don't". "Darling," she said, "you don't notice when you talk because you talk so much." It was such an unfair remark to make that I was close to tears, and then that ghastly, seedy Rosemary Weller said, "Yes, Ingrid, you do, it's the same in History - Miss Kavanagh has to tell you off practically every day." Lies, lies, lies, I could have squashed her sickly looking face in.

I hate her now. The very sight of her makes me squirm.

Jenny's really keen on Jacqui, I can quite understand it. At that age schoolgirls often do have crushes on older girls. I suppose when she's older she'll go off her, but it does annoy me. It's Jacqui's self-confidence and 'charm' that attracts people - till you really get know her. I didn't say this of course.

“Ma and Pa’s wedding anniversary (20th!) - there are freesias all over the house ”

They went up to London for dinner (L'Ecu de France) and us two saw the Wednesday Play, by the same man as Cathy Come Home. It was about a skitzophrenic, however you spell it, very depressing but interesting. The girl’s trouble was entirely because of her parents, who were the most awful couple I have ever met. They were actually allowed to see the girl in the mental hospital - it did her more harm than good. They weren’t fit to bring up any child, let alone a sick one.

“L’Ecu de France - one of the last of the grandes dames of classic French cuisine. ”

L'Ecu de France listing in the  London Diary, 1967