Finished yesterday the first 8,000 words of "Seeing life in Paris". I shall now leave it for a time. We cycled down to see Madame Bourges on Saturday, but naturally she had gone to Paris days ago. Afterwards I went to bed with influenza, but found that I hadn't got it.
I read yesterday a lot of Capus "Les Deux Ecoles". Bright "footlingness".
(OED: Footling adj. - That footles or trifles; ‘drivelling’, ‘blithering’, trivial)