The Friday Fillip
April 13.—An extraordinary coincidence: Carrie had called in a woman to make some chintz covers for our drawing-room chairs and sofa to prevent the sun fading the green rep of the furniture. I saw the woman, and recognised her as a woman who used to work years ago for my old aunt at Clapham. It only shows how small the world is.
April 18.—Am in for a cold. Spent the whole day at the office sneezing. In the evening, the cold being intolerable
July 30.—The miserable cold weather is either upsetting me or Carrie, or both. We seem to break . . . [more]
