Surprised this morning to find quite pile of letters for Updikes on table, most incredulous as to postman delivering already. Was informed by Mrs Payne not to worry, state of postal service same as ever, and letters had been delivered Saturday. Begged her pardon, but why had she not taken them around? Followed long complaint as to Uptights, and would be hanged to do anything for them. Said would sooner throw them in fire. Strongly suggested against, if only on account of fire being gas. Further complaint arose, as finishing breakfast music from neighbours had already started.
Told Mrs Payne would be going to work and trying to ignore music. Would she be so kind as to deliver letters, as already kept for two days, and if at all possible avoid confrontation. Mrs Payne said would try.