(1939-09-06) Notes from the Mud
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Summary: Reflections on a Saturday that started out quietly.
Date: 06 September 1939

I started the day cleaning the cottage to return with the permission of the Blakes. I ended the day saying goodnight to Tim at the garden wall. I don't know anything in between that's more important than that.

Tomorrow I'm going to visit him and Bowie, and pick up the camera Tim had bought for me. He said it's in my room. My room is still there. He isn't cross, and he doesn't hate me. He missed me. As much as I missed him? It hardly matters.

Also tomorrow…. reporting to Madam Patil for "extra duty". Please, please let it be productive.

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