Excerpts from my memoirs
Excerpts from my memoirs
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Tuesday 28th of Ham, 1911
Woke early. Dressed and went downstairs to discover Fothergill, headless, face down in a veritable reservoir of congealed blood.
Porridge for breakfast, then a walk around the summer meadow before lunch.
Feeling tired and a little despondent. Still no sign of my fishing socks.