2nd November, 1903

I am dying for some frivolity...

Ruth Duffin

Young poet documenting social life and travels

Such a stupid day today – 9.10 Celia’s French lesson, then count the clothes for the wash. Nurses Home meeting 11-1.15. Walk home for luncheon, shorthand lesson with Miss Wilson 2.30 – 4.

Walk out once more all up that horrid muddy Donegal St, and Clifton St, tea, shorthand exercises, reading for my reading society till 7, when it is time to dress for dinner. I am dying for some frivolity. I hate good works and meetings and there’s no good pretending to like them – Sunday school is a bore.