Sorry about this ink ~ but my faithful fountain pen is missing.
Back to the YP. Not at all festive. In fact Kathleen was quite dull. She's usually all child~like and giddy at this time of year.
Susan and Peter were flat out on the settee ~ both suffering from colds. Peter was too ill to go out tonight. This stunned me. He went home at 5:30 taking me down the lane with him. It's deep in soddin' snow.
I almost froze to death on the bus. The vehicle rattled and shivered on its miserable journey to Horsforth.
Slept in the Pink Suite at Ivory Towers ~ quite a laugh.