One or two hot nights, but there has been heavy rain all round and it is quite cool now – Daisie works daily in the garden till 12.0 and amuses herself with her rabbits and pigeons. I have a lecture at the Soldiers’ Home on Wednesday 20th on Russia.
This affair of Leo’s* is costing me a heap of money, thank goodness it comes at a time when I can just afford it – still it is sad that these financial blows always come just as one fancies that at last one has got one’s head above water. Among other trifles! Dr. Crichton Miller’s fee is £50 for a month of treatment! and now they want me to pay £50 a term for a tutor. I have cabled certainly not – why on earth a tutor? If he has rendered himself ineligible for a first rate school he must go to a second rate one, but a tutor seems to me idiocy – he wants companionship not solitude.
* I have no record of what this is about. I suspect from the rest of the diary entry that Leo, his elder son, has not excelled at school.
My teetotal and non-smoke idea is rather a failure. I want to prove that it makes no difference to me whether I have these things or not, but as a fact I feel ill, cold, headache, liverish – and a sort of buzzing giddiness in the head that is quite like drunkenness. I daresay I am seedy and need not really attribute these symptoms to the teetotal and non-smoke business.
Been a teetotaller now for a month and I think that on the whole I am the better for it. I have no longing for the good things when they pass under my nose at dinner parties. Have also not smoked for some time. I was smoking too much. 8 cigarettes, 4 cigars and about 10 pipes a day – now nothing and I don’t miss it very much.
Daisie returned all smiling by the night train, looking very well – always seems as if she’d been away for a year.
Miss Davidson (missionary) came to tea yesterday to talk about the Soldiers’ Home and persuaded me to take the Sunday Evening Service at the Home. I do not feel ‘called’ to it, but I will try.