I didn’t bother going to school because I had no lessons, but I didn’t do anything else either, merely reveling in my good fortune. It rained much of the afternoon. I wanted to go into Easterby but couldn’t make a decision.
At three-thirty I went down to Art; beforehand, had to sit and listen to Steve reliving tales of Chapelside to Deborah; I didn’t know what to feel. I thoroughly enjoyed Art again.