03 September
03 September
3 September 1920
Travelling to Menton, France
A man poked his head in at the door & said tea was served. "Tea! Dear me!" she fussed at once. "Would you care to go ... Shall we do you think. On the other hand I have some tea here. I'm afraid it will not be very good. Tea that is not fresh and then there is that [. . .] water - what it is I do not know but - Shall we care to try it?" "Might as well." "In that case dear perhaps you would not mind lifting down my suitcase. I am sorry to say the tea is in there. Such a bother. These racks are so very high. I think they are decidedly higher than English racks. Mind! Do take care! Oh!"
He: Ugh!
Finally she spread out a piece of paper, put on it a little cup & an odd saucer, the top of the thermos flask, a medicine bottle of milk, and some sugar in a lozenge tin. I am very much afraid said she. Would you like me to try it first? He looked over the top of his paper and said drily, Pour it out. She poured it out and gave him the cup and saucer of course, while she filled the mot uncomfortable little drinking cup in the world for herself, and sipped & anxiously watched. Is it so very ...
Might be worse!
[KM Notebooks, undated]