February 6

Shelling in the night.

The day entirely calm.

Till noon at the Club.

After lunch, two pages from Joyce.
Yoga. Supper.

A major breakdown occurred at the water-walk. I had to haul the water home in a flask—together with the broke handcart's parts tied up onto the handle. The remaining two wheels, screaking under the abnormal strain, held to the end.

It's twenty-to-ten pm — So long.