I was up at twelve: Dad came home at two-thirty, Mum at four. . . .
Lee rang to say he’d got my coat from the bus station which is the best news I’ve had all week! I half expected Claire to ring and was vaguely disappointed when she didn’t. . . .
No work attempted. Lee comes back to Easterby on the last coach tonight. Head full all day of Spielgelgasse 1, Zurich (Cabaret Voltaire open nightly here, Feb-Aug 1916), Spiegelgasse 6 (where Lenin lived), and Bahnhofstrasse 19, on Zurich’s main shopping thoroughfare (Dada Gallery where many important artists showed).
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