The day began for the King very early. Bishop Chisholm was fetched from Hatton where he was staying at about 6 am. The Queen had announced at bed time last night that she was going to Mass at Clova [?] 30 miles away. She went off there soon after 9 am. Lord Leith had stopped at home to escort her there, but she would not hear of his having to wait for her whilst Mass was going on. So she went off with the Duchess and Villobar. The King etc went off directly after Mass here – about 7.15 am. I really forget entirely what the rest of us did. I wrote most of the morning. Lady Leith was better, also Lady Erroll. The Queen got back to luncheon at 1.30 pm, would not rest, but insisted on keeping to an original plan of motoring to Craigevar Castle to tea with the Sempills. So off we went at 2pm. Lady Leith did not go. Lord Leith, the Queen, Duchess of San Carlos, Lady Helen, in the Leon Bollee. Lady B Meade and I went in the Renault. The others were ahead of us and we had William on the box and everybody seemed to think we were Royalty. It was quite funny, and we played the game nobly by nodding and smiling graciously, at least trying to do so. Every man, woman and child looked with interest at us and every Jack man of them waved Spanish colours in some form or another. Sometimes bunches of yellow and scarlet nasturtiums, or paper, or muslin, and flags were flying all the way along, even in the most remote village, sometimes from the chimney of a cottage. The road was patrolled and kept clear by policemen mounted on cycles. The big motor kept well ahead of us, and we took a wrong turn and for a good ten minutes did not find out our mistake. When we did arrive the first party were just going to leave, and were rather anxious about us. We went and had some tea. Miss Katharine Forbes-Semphill and her sister were there, the married brother Lord Semphill and his wife had left earlier in the afternoon to go to Hatton for the concert tonight. They were most cordial and pleasant and took us all over the quaint old castle. They had also got a most deliciously sweet smelling plant called 'Ambrosia', a curious mixture of sweet verbena, peaches, nectarines and everything good. Miss Forbes-Semphill very kindly gave me a plant for Mother, and sent it to her by post for me. Most charming of her. It was 35 miles each way so we had to depart sooner than we should have done. This morning we had a serious consultation about how to put up another Spaniard whom the ones here evidently wished to be asked – the King's A.D.C. Count d'Aybar. Finally it was decided that I should sleep with lady Leith and let him have my room, and me to use the Nursery bathroom as a dressing room. This entailed putting out all necessary clothes this morning and having to trust to the maids to transfer them to the bathroom, having no time to do it myself. We got home at 7.45 pm, meeting on the way at least 50 loose horses at various stages along the road – mostly in sets of 3 and 4 – and one man – or boy – in charge. As the horses invariably reared, kicked and backed, it meant progress and speed being slackened. Ran up to dress, dinner at 8.30pm., stopping on the way to see to the Dining Room – flowers, name cards etc. Found the bathroom occupied, Col Burn tubbing, which meant further delay – but on hearing my frantic shouts through the door, he really was quite quick. Eventually when I did get there not a trace of any of my clothes could I find, only hairbrushes – no bell of any sort anywhere. In a state of extreme annoyance I began doing my hair, then ran off to Mrs Burn's room for help. She had finished dressing – it was 8.25pm! Her maid ransacked cupboards etc and produced a certain amount of underclothes, the gown could nowhere be found – a new one which I had never even had time to try on since it came from Norfolk on Monday! Off went this maid to get other maids and the gown was found hanging up in Col Burn's room. Better for the gown perhaps – but not for my temper! However, I got down before their Majesties came in. Count d'Aybar never turned up and never wired to say he wasn't coming so we still expected him! Dinner table was decorated with yellow candle shades, red flowers, gold menus. Directly after dinner went up to Music Room, whilst the Queen and other ladies went to the Morning Room for coffee. I found a gathering of some 50 guests, who had been arranged and seated by Mr Leith Hay. Distributed programmes and found amongst the crowd Count d'Aybar, who after all did not stay the night. When the men came out of the dining room, ladies and men together came up to the Music Room. When their Royalties were seated, I presented the King with a Programme and the concert began, opening with the Spanish Anthem. I met a friend in Col Bannerman and sat with him. Miss Beatrice Jones played the cello beautifully and the King asked for an encore at the end of the Programme. Handel's Largo was beautifully played. I liked Mrs Cran's singing too, very natural and unaffected. We ended with the Spanish Anthem and God Save the King and then all the world went down to supper., after which various guests were introduced to their Majesties before leaving. It was one o'clock before I finally got to my room, thankful that Count d'Aybar (horrid looking little man!) had not stayed. Only on arriving at the state of nature did I find that no nightgown was visible! And every blessed drawer in my room was locked up! I made my way to Lady Leith's room, Ethel was still there and went to search and found it in the schoolroom. One really began to feel one would never get off to bed.