Tuesday 10 December.
Deep blue sky sunny but very cold. Nice day at the Blind Centre meeting house. Taxi drive through the green countryside. Lunch, lovely and nice people, Father Christmas, gift, musical entertainment. A very pleasant and enjoyable day.
11.30.PM. I feel very tired and cold. I don't have a novel to read at present to send me to sleep. I wrote a Christmas news letter to Marion Archer to place in with her Christmas gift packet. I must begin work on the Angels again very soon. I also need to buy Christmas gifts for Edward.
The streets lights flood our home with an orange glare during the hours of darkness, one may walk around the house in their glow with ease. They are not bright enough to read by but certainly good for performing tasks such as making hots drinks and generally tidying up around the lounge. The glare would be an intrusion to some people but not to me as every corner and stair is lit both back and front of the house driving away the fear of unseen occupants that noises on the stairs every night may indicate.
PENCIL SKETCH OF EDWARD JUST AFTER WE HAD MET.
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