DIARY OF EDMUND
August 6, 1912
It is wonderful that mother is coming home. I hope this time she will not go back to her dope. My caugh has me fealing very ill at times. I woke up this morning with a heavy chest, but this evening I fealt better. I hope it is not the malarial fever returning. I spent the early evening walking up and down the beach. I tried with persistance to talk to the girls there, yet they resisted every aproach. As the girls resisted and the evening persited I fled to the local pub to find Jamie. His tumultuous mood had resulted in yet another night of libations. As I had the funds to join the dissapation I found myself joyfully intoxicated before too late. I left for home before I lost the congintive ablity to distingish where that might be. I did not want the type of girl that Jamie was pursuring at the moment. Maybe tomorrow night. But now as the alcohol is waning and the caugh is persiting I shall try and relax so that sleep may ensue.