I don't want to write anything today really other that to say how happy I am that you are fit and well, and living up to life's little tests in the manner which I am sure would make any Englishman proud. Goodbye.
I know it's cheating doing this, but it isn't March 12 at all in this paragraph, if you know what I mean. The first bit about me not bothering to write anything was March 12, but as sure as Donny Osmond is Donny Osmond this paragraph isn't March 12.
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Tuesday January 7, 1986
Moorhouse Inn, Leeds, LS11 5NQ A 7am start again. What long days we have. Samuel is still raving about 'Agadoo', dancing with Lucy ...
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