Cat and mouse

This journal has slipped since Easter. We went out for the usual daily game of football on the grass beside Wollstonecraft Hall and my side lost 19-20. Now the hot weather is here all the girls go about in flimsy loose fitting things. It's distracting.

I’ve just this minute (just before midnight) finished Günter Grass’s Cat and Mouse about school boy Joachim Mahlke who turns into an almost legendary half-clown, half-hero figure and returns to school a war-hero. Then he deserts and hides in the half-submerged wreck of a Polish minesweeper which, years before, he’d made into his own personal preserve.

It’s an odd book. I can’t quite make out what, if anything, is being said.