'CAESAR' RUINS THE DAY

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Got up quite early for a Sunday.

Had breakfast by myself, and made tea for Ma and Pa. Washed my hair, then did nothing the rest of the day except Latin, Latin, Latin. I nearly screamed. Honestly, whoever thought of making people slog through Caesar every year ought to be shot. It's about twenty times as hard as Virgil because there's no interesting story, and it's not even good Latin - Mrs Badger's said so. 

To relieve the boredom Chump and me went up to the Heath and climbed a tree.

Saw 'Mr Polly' by H G Wells - it was quite good but got rather silly at the end. He larked around in a punt and things like that which were rather feeble. Finished Caesar.

Dutch grandparents came over while we were having supper. Then we sat in the sitting room and talked about how mental it would be for Roly to buy that farm-house out in the sticks. All the buildings are falling to bits, there's no view, and it takes half an hour to get anywhere. 

Anya rang me up. She's not going on the African cruise. But she is going to get copies of her favourite Polnareff photos from 'Salut Les Copains' - her father's got a copying machine in his office!