Sunday 22 June 1919
" Dad, Marjorie and I had a game of ball in the garden today. I went to bed at 9.50 this evening. After I washed myself I loitered about till dinner which consisted of green peas, new potatoes and mutton.
When the time comes for writing Sunday's diary, it is funny that I can't put anything in it hardly, because nothing happens I suppose.
I got my paints out and started painting some lilac leaves but I made a mess of them so I didn't paint any more.
Weather: No rain. Some clouds. warm. Not much sun."