Hot and sticky, but still alive though tortured with prickly heat, sandflies and mosquitos. Saturday night I had to attend the Boxing and give the prizes and make a speech at 1a.m. Such perspiration!
Motor to Shabkadr and rode for 3 hours all round the frontier with the C.O.’s of regiments for instruction. Home by mid-day. Hot unbearably hot.P
Daisie returned by the evening train – rather hot and tired.
Susanna’s birthday bless her! 4 years old. I wish she’d stop getting older. It is cooler now, but we have had a month of record and the honour of a special article in the Pioneer. Very lonely without Daisie.
Frightfully hot. 120º [49ºC] in the shade yesterday and sandflies biting me to pieces. When I opened my box at Simla in the Commander-in-Chief’s house and took a clean shirt out, a scorpion jumped out of it! Glad I didn’t put it on with the beast inside it. A fine piece of War news at last. The Boers have captured South West Africa and so one of the side Wars is ended.
Arrived Peshawar 8 p.m. Hot and rather cross at losing my leave, and not to be able to be at Susanna’s birthday party.
My lecture in the theatre – a nasty hour 3 p.m. Very crowded and distinguished audience with the C.-in-C. and the Lt. Governor – it went very well: Saw so many people I wanted to talk to, but couldn’t. Such a rush. Left immediately after lecture and caught train back at 6 p.m.