September 23: Ordered stocking of the Sisyphus with as much concentrates as she can carry. The supply will be ample for a full crew, F's staff and myself for at least six months.
September 24: Ive known for years that F is insane, but her latest phase is so fantastic and preposterous I can hardly credit it. She demands flatly the Sisyphus take along at least fifty "nubile females in order to restock the world after its reconquest." After catching my breath I argued with her. The prospect of England's loss was by no means certain yet.
"Good. We'll give the girls a seavoyage and land them back safe and sound."
"We have enough supplies for six months; if we take along these superfluous passengers our time will be cut to less than three."
Her answer was a brutal piece of blackmail. "No women, no go."
If F were a young man instead of an elderly woman I could understand this aberration better.
September 25: It seems Mrs H's grandchildren are all girls between twelve and eighteen, which leaves the problem of fulfilling F's ultimatum to finding fortyseven others. I have delegated the selection to Mrs H.
September 26: Grass on Skye for the second time. This invasion was not repulsed.
September 27: The cyclone fans have been set up from Moray Firth to the Firth of Lorne. I am in two minds about asking the Tharios to join us.
The bill authorizing the construction of a vertical city at Stonehenge passed Commons.