1 February

The weather has been charming of late. I have been taking extended walks, mostly to avoid dreary lessons, though I am sure Miss Prism thinks I am off to see Peter. I really can not bear to see Peter any more. I simply haven't the energy.

I do hope on one of these walks I will find a really suitable man. I won't go for that same type again. I feel one should always learn from one's mistakes. This time I shall find someone who is impeccably (sp?) dressed, but whom one can still suspect of being somehow not quite clean. Uncle Jack leaving again this afternoon. I know what *that* means!