FREESIAS ALL OVER THE HOUSE
W E D N E S D A Y, 1 M A R C H
German was lovely until Miss Leopold told Lucy and me to stop talking. She then went on about how we're always talking and I felt it was so unjustified I said "we don't". "Darling," she said, "you don't notice when you talk because you talk so much." It was such an unfair remark to make that I was close to tears, and then that ghastly, seedy Rosemary Weller said, "Yes, Ingrid, you do, it's the same in History - Miss Kavanagh has to tell you off practically every day." Lies, lies, lies, I could have squashed her sickly looking face in.
I hate her now. The very sight of her makes me squirm.
Jenny's really keen on Jacqui, I can quite understand it. At that age schoolgirls often do have crushes on older girls. I suppose when she's older she'll go off her, but it does annoy me. It's Jacqui's self-confidence and 'charm' that attracts people - till you really get know her. I didn't say this of course.
They went up to London for dinner (L'Ecu de France) and us two saw the Wednesday Play, by the same man as Cathy Come Home. It was about a skitzophrenic, however you spell it, very depressing but interesting. The girl’s trouble was entirely because of her parents, who were the most awful couple I have ever met. They were actually allowed to see the girl in the mental hospital - it did her more harm than good. They weren’t fit to bring up any child, let alone a sick one.