Fit as Fiddles and as Hard as Nails

July 18th. Miss Rita Courtenay was at this time acting as Miss Stuarts secretary and as she poss[ess]ed a little two seater car she often took me about in it. On Sundays we frequently went to Howth Church in the car. One day Sister Procter Miss Courtenay and I went to Enniskerry and over the Dublin Mountains and we certainly had a delightful time.
July 21st. Went with Turner and Captain Mann to see a game of Polo in Pheenix (sic) Park. Turner was a remarkable fellow. He’d served 29 years. 21 years in England and the rest in Reserve in Canada. He said he was the Champion fowl killer and plucker in the world and guaranteed to kill and pluck a chicken before one could walk across the road, 20 seconds I think he said. I was strongly tempted to put him to the test but the difficulties of procuring a live chicken were too great so we had to take his word. He