tarted. I suppose it ime in March.

    I’d driven ter to do an assessment of an ironmonger’s s o intervie, but at t moment aken frigo doubt ty good at talking people round. It’s being fat t does it. It puts people in a c signing a c a pleasure. Of course t ackling different people. it’s better to lay all tress on tle s about hey die uninsured.

    tctle  a day! You kno generally comes some time in Marcer suddenly seems to give up fig  people call ‘brig razor-blade. t a c a leaf stirring, a touc in tance ed sloed into t. I’d got to myself. It  aken your clothes off.

    I got to a spot y yards fartopped. too good to miss. I felt I’d got to get out and  tion of picking a bunco take o hilda.

    I sc out. I never like leaving tral, I’m al and look at t reminds you of trian Empire, all tied togets of string but some believe any mace in so many directions at once. It’s like tion of ty-t kinds of  ral it’s for all tche hula-hula.

    te beside trolled over and leaned across it. Not a soul in sigc back a bit to get t my fore inside te a tramp or somebody  ttle pile of ill oozing out of ttle bit of a pool, covered over er  sloped up stle beec of young leaves on trees. And utter stillness everyir t a sound, not even an aeroplane.

    I stayed t, leaning over te. I e alone. I  t me. I felt—I wonder wand.

    I felt ’s so unusual no to say it sounds like foolis  t t live for ever, I’d be quite ready to. If you like you can say t t   day of spring. Seasonal effec