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July 20

The cradle came a few days ago but I had not seen it until this morning when I unlocked the cupboard door, looked in and shuddered.

“That’s the skeleton in our cupboard,” I said on coming down to breakfast. She laughed, but I really meant it.

E⁠⸺ keeps a blue bowl replenished with flaming Poppies in our room. The cottage is plagued with Earwigs which fly in at night and get among the clothes and bedlinen. This morning, dressing, she held up her chemise to the light saying: “I always do this⁠—you can see their little heathen bodies then against the light.⁠ ⁠…” Isn’t she charming?