I awake at 7.55 with Dad's friend hammering on the door. Everyone had over slept. By 8.20 I was in Guiseley station. Phew!
Kathleen was not very pleasant at work today because last night she was "popped up" to the eye balls. The poor dear had a hangover.
My typing lessons finished today until next Monday - a weeks break will do me the world of good. Typing is such monotony at 'Sight & Sound'. Bed 10.30.
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Saturday June 14, 1986
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