_. Didn't get to bed until 4 this morning - so I don't feel like dancing to Victor Silvester.
Delia came over for me at 9am and we went over to Headingley and Bill North's flat. To our horror, he's lurking around in his dressing gown, or robe, sneezing and coughing as though at death's door. We expected the place to be deserted, but he announces that he has taken the week off and will be 'hanging around' whilst I am attempting to dollop paint all over the walls. Delia was very concerned at the prospect of my being closeted up with Bill for the day. We went through some amateur dramatics on the corridor near the lift, and when I took leave of her she disappeared through the floor wailing like a banshee.
I rubbed down the doors, painted the walls and finished for the day at about 6:30. Knackered I was in body and mind.
At home it wasn't long before I took to my bed.